Ciro Donati was many things:
My father's most valued and trusted soldier.
My brother's best friend and second in command.
The only man I would give up everything for.
We were still kids when I fell in love with the Mafioso, knowing full well who he was to become.
A beast of a man that made people disappear-and probably enjoyed every second of it.
But with me, he was tender, protective. He treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him.
And then he sent me away.
Scarlett Vitucci was many things:
The daughter of the biggest Cosa Nostra boss from New York to Chicago.
The sister of the man I would gladly take a bullet for.
The only woman I would ever love.
Sending her away was the hardest thing I've ever done. I didn't deserve her or her love. For years I stayed away. Ignored the gnawing ache that her absence left in my chest.
Seeing her now, I know fighting what I felt for her is impossible. Letting her go had been a huge mistake.
One I would never repeat again.
