People say love is dangerous. Myra Harlow never cared about love, nor did she pay attention to it. She never saw the role of a "love bird" as her own. She was always the type to fend for herself and care for her family, never regarding the attention of others. Aspen Salvatore was the same way, cut from the same cloth. He was always focused on his job and never on the ones around him, not even his own family. In fact, he was jealous of Myra's. He was jealous of everything she had, because it was once his own. The two were born straight from opposite Mafia gangs, The White Knives and The Panthers, the main rivals of all Mafia history. They used to be one, a partnered clan called The Skulls, but it was broken up and was never restored hundreds of years ago. The two gangs had hated each other for decades and wanted nothing more than their rivals blood on their hands. Love takes a dangerous toll on Myra and Aspen, playing with them as dangerously as fire. When they grow maddened by their disregarded feelings for one another, how are they supposed to react when they are expected to be against each other? ꧁Disclaimer: This book is not yet edited or fully completed, the full version of it will be published soon after I am finished with this version of it. Thank you for reading!꧂