Onore: Dark Mafia Romance

SASKYA NOCTAROVA

For ten years, I survived my brother’s ghost.

Viktor Dragunov vanished from Moscow and left behind a grave without a body, a family full of lies, and a wound none of us knew how to close. I made peace with the version that hurt the least.

Dead was cleaner than abandoned.

Then Dmitri called.

A clinic in Budapest. A Spanish shell company. An old security file. Seventeen seconds of audio that tore my past open with one broken Russian word.

Please.

Now the brother I mourned may have been alive this whole time. Taken. Hidden. Used by the same enemies hunting me across continents.

And the only man standing beside me when the truth finally breaks is my Sicilian husband.

Salvatore Spadaro was supposed to be my contract, my shield, my arranged marriage punishment wrapped in black suits and control. But somewhere between bloodstained sheets, Zurich hotel rooms, New York meetings, and his hand steady at my back, he became the one person I reach for when my world splits open.

The Russians want answers.

The Sicilians want control.

The Spanish want old secrets buried before we dig too deep.

And I want my brother back.

Even if finding Viktor means dragging every lie our families built into the light.

SALVATORE SPADARO

I knew Saskya Noctarova came with enemies.

I did not know she came with ghosts.

Her brother’s name was a closed wound in the Bratva, the kind of loss men buried under silence because the truth was too ugly to survive. Then Zurich put the proof in front of us: Viktor Dragunov did not simply vanish. Someone took him, kept him alive, and turned his suffering into leverage.

Now my wife’s past is bleeding into my house.

Spanish guns in Palermo. Old routes exposed. My men injured. My family dragged deeper into a war that should have stayed buried ten years ago.

Saskya tries to carry it like she carries everything: chin high, spine straight, pain hidden behind ice. But I saw her break in that hotel room. I held her through it. And after that, there was no pretending this marriage was just paper and politics.

She is not only under my protection.

She is under my skin.

Every answer we chase pulls us closer to a truth powerful men have killed to keep hidden. Every step toward Viktor risks starting a war neither family can fully control. And every day beside Saskya makes one thing harder to deny.

This alliance began as duty.

It is not duty anymore.

It is the woman in my bed, the name on my ring, the voice I look for in every room, and the only weakness I would never trade for peace.

This is the third book in The Sacred Code Series. Reading order: Omerta, Vendetta, Onore, Sangue.