They say bad things come in threes, and the De Luca brothers have trouble written all over them.

Matteo, Vito, Enzo. Their ruthless reputation has followed them all the way from Italy to New York City and they’re here to collect what they were promised.

I’m not supposed to care that they’re enticing, my favorite kind of temptation. I’m here on a mission to wipe the slate of my sordid past clean.

But one taste is all it takes to have me questioning my plan. I’m sinking faster than I can piece together a way out.

Redemption has never tasted so bittersweet.