"Aren't you scared?" Isaiah seemed genuinely floored when I didn't flinch away from him. "Of you?" I scoffed, "No." "You should be," he smirked, "I could snap your pretty little neck anytime, darling." "Get in line, darling." I threw his stupid nickname back in his face. "Why are you even here to begin with? You're nothing more than a tasty snack." He flashed his fangs and took a step towards me. His eyes lingered on me for a second too long. "I'm here to clean up the mess that your family is making all because of some stupid rivalry." "Did you really think we came here for 'some stupid rivalry'?" He took another step. My back hit the counter as he cornered me. "No, we plan to conquer your pathetic little town until there's nothing left of it." "You don't have to kill people for power. You're immortal, what more could you possibly want?" He smirked and I didn't think I'd ever loathed anyone more in my entire life. "Oh darling, you don't know anything."

Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence. What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have. Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_