We were on the front lines in that world, the mafia world.

There was nothing soft or glamorous about it.

Who you were before no longer mattered. Names didn't exist.

I joined anyway. I had no other choice because they took my sister.

Join. Find her. Try and make it out alive.

Then he won me in a poker game.

I hated him instantly, thinking he was like my other bosses before him.

He wasn't. He was worse.

He wasn't just cold. He was dead inside.

It didn't matter that he was gorgeous.

He was the most lethal thing I'd ever met.

He was also the only person who could keep me alive, if he didn't kill me himself.