My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I need to pull myself together.

Really.

One coherent thought—just one.

Step one: give Emiliano the damn formula. Step two: get Damian.

Step three: move him to the farthest corner of the continent.

Step four: find Luther.

Wherever that slippery little brat is hiding. Preferably before his dad finds out and rips my spine out like a daisy chain.

Honestly? That sounds kind of relaxing.

Yes, I know—I’m drunk, lustful, sleep-deprived and making deals with people who probably eat each other for fun and not in a kinky way.

But the real problem here is that if I hadn’t helped Luther, Lucrezia would’ve blackmailed him into marrying me.

And yeah, okay, that’s not exactly the worst idea.

We’d be hot together.