Sophia Russo is the perfect girl with the perfect life with the loving parents... well they love her not each other. She just turned 18 which means she has to marry. Her parents always wanted a son but could never have another child, so she was groomed from birth to be the perfect wife... she always put on a happy face for her parents but all she has ever wanted was true love like the ones in the storybooks, not like her parents. She's never seen it but believes it's out there... somewhere... Ares Santino is the leader of the strongest and larges Italian mafia and is a cold man who kills with no mercy. His family died when his home was attacked by a rival mafia when he was 18. He's been alone for 3 years in a big mansion and it has come time for him to find a wife, simply as a trophy nothing more. He has never loved anything of anyone... that was until she came along...

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)