Mon mari dirige le Syndicat

Four years ago, Taylor Marchetti waited in the rain while the man she'd loved since sixteen chose a Russo heiress and two seats at the Syndicate Table over her. That same night, she wrote to the Northern Chapter and honored the marriage her dead father had arranged — to Jax Logan, the youngest Head Enforcer the Syndicate has ever had, and the most dangerous. Now she's back in the South, luggage lost, dressed like nobody, and they all assume she's crawled home broke. Jude mocks her. Cora tears the wedding ring off her hand and wears it to four Chapter parties. Nobody thinks to ask whose wife she is. They're about to find out. And so is Taylor — because the reason Jax married her goes back ten years, to a freezing night, a blanket, and a girl who was thirteen and kind to a stranger.