I’m the right-hand man of the mafia king. She’s a girl with a past she’s desperate to hide.
But I need something from her.
And I know she won’t help me. Not willingly. She’ll need some persuading.
Lucky for her, I can do that.
Something about this girl makes me curious, though, and it’s more than the scars that line her back. She’s on the edge of something. Something bad. She’s like a beautiful, perfect doll coming apart at the seams. And the last string is about to snap.
She thinks I’ll hurt her. Break her.
But thing is, she’s already broken. And she and I, we’re two peas in a pod. She’s my match, the perfect opponent. She’ll fight me to the finish, but I’ll win. I always do.
Because I’m a man used to getting what I want. And what I want is her.