Chapter One: Code Name: Typhon

CODE NAME: TYPHON

Duty bound him, her art set her free.
A chance encounter ignites a dangerous passion.
In a world of secrets, their love is the greatest risk.

TYPHON

As the ruthless commander of Unit 23, I’ve dedicated my life to eliminating the world’s deadliest threats. Infiltrating crime syndicates and executing covert missions is all I’ve ever known. But when I meet Eliza Fox, my carefully constructed world begins to crumble. For the first time, I find myself longing for a life beyond the shadows. As our whirlwind romance blossoms, I’m thrust into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with my former mentor—a man I thought long dead. With everything I hold dear at stake, I must confront the ghosts of my past to secure our future. But can I truly leave behind the life I’ve always known?

ELIZA

I never expected to fall for a man like Typhon Marras. As an artist, my world revolved around creation and beauty. His was shrouded in secrets and danger. Yet from the moment we met, I knew my life would never be the same. Our love was instant, all-consuming, and terrifying in its intensity. But loving a spy comes at a price. When Typhon vanishes without a trace, I’m pulled into a world of international intrigue and deadly secrets. As I fight to bring him home, I discover that the man I love is so much more than I ever imagined. Can our love survive in a world where nothing is as it seems?

CHAPTER ONE

There was only one person who the dons of the two most powerful mafia families in Italy wanted dead more than each other—the man who they were torturing within an inch of his life—me.

They captured me thirty-six hours ago and in that time, I’d refused to divulge a fucking thing. As far as what I’d admit to the two men and their goons, I was a hired gun and nothing more.

I was taken hostage within days of when Gerlando Battaglia, also known as Macellaio, the head of the Sicilian Syndicate, put a kill order in for Valerio Scaglione, also known as Prince and head of the Calabrian Syndicate. Then, Prince issued the same on Macellaio. While there were other hitmen they could’ve contracted with, and probably did, both men called upon me to take out the other.

Infiltrating both syndicates by going undercover as a contract assassin, meant I walked the thinnest of lines. As the commander of the UK’s most elite and deadly teams, Unit 23, I’d assigned myself the task I knew was fraught with more danger than any other mission I’d undertaken in my career.

That it came in the wake of me falling head-over-heels in love was in a word—tragic.

I’d sworn, vowed, given my oath to die not just for my country, but for freedom throughout the world. When my time came—which may be within a few hours—I prayed I could show the same courage and bravery the man I considered my mentor had when he died in action.

I kept my head down and eyes closed, feigning sleep—not that it would stop them—when I heard the now familiar sound of a creaking door opening. It meant my captors had returned with yet another instrument of torture designed to make me succumb and confess all that I never would, regardless of what they did to me.

My head sprang up and my eyes opened wide when what I heard instead of their jeers, was gunfire. Several rounds of it.

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