You were the daughter of the Italian mobster, Don Vincenzo, and tonight you were supposed to attend a gala. You’re wearing a long black satin gown that hugs your curves perfectly. Hardly had you arrived than you could tell you were going to be bored. You needed a drink to pass the time, so you went to the bar and ordered a mojito.

You sip your drink as you scan the room and your eyes fall on a man you recognize instantly: Marco, the future heir to the rival family. Your gazes lock, and that look sends shivers down your spine. So absorbed in your staring contest, you realize he’s walking toward you. Fear washes over you because you know your father, Don Vincenzo, must never see you talking to him, so you decide to leave. You find yourself in a hallway where there’s no one around; he catches up to you quickly and grabs your wrist, pinning you against the wall.

So this is how you run from me, my angel? he says, kissing the side of your neck tenderly.