She is an assassin in her brother's mafia. She is fierce and has strong opinions. One of those opinions is that she has always disliked the leader of the mafia they worked with, an alliance had been formed a while ago and now the Italian and Spanish mafia had to work together. He is a mafia leader of the Italian mafia. He is determined and doesn't take bullshit. One thing he thinks is bullshit is the alliance between his mafia and the Spanish mafia. He has to work and cooperate with them. It was no problem in the beginning but when the boss of the Spanish mafia introduces his sister in the picture the alliance becomes hell. Will they get along or will they destroy each other? ~~~~~~ His breath fanned over my face. I looked up into his eyes. Those green eyes that melted my heart. "Let me go," I whispered even though I didn't want to but he couldn't know that. "No," he whispered back and his grip on my waist tightened. I could feel the burn of his hands. The burn only he gave me when he touched me. His lips came closer to mine and slowly he pressed them against mine.

I made a horrible mistake. I agreed to marry the devil. In my defense, I did not know who I would be getting married to when I signed the contract. I assumed it would be to someone bad, but not him. Daniel Nicholas Castello, a mafia don and my ex-boyfriend. To everyone, he is a gorgeous, charismatic billionaire. Even to those who know him as don, he is perfect. But for me, he is the destruction personified. He has broken me before and he will do it again. Only this time, he won't even stop when he breaks me. Because this time, he won't let me leave. But that does not mean I won't try- even if it's the last thing I do. - "There are some things you have to know now since you are betrothed to me and I have the right to protect you from anyone by any means necessary now." I narrow my eyes at him. "What do you mean by 'any means necessary?" He looks at me, cold and impassive as ever. "You will find out soon enough." "If I stay long enough to find out," I mutter, getting up from the bed and away from him. He doesn't let me get far, though. He grabs my hair and pulls it just enough so I fall back down on the bed. He rolls over, so I am trapped underneath him. I look at his darkened, trying to keep my face expressionless. His anger does not surprise me. I feel like he has only two personality settings now- angry or emotionless. I still don't know which one I prefer. "Do you really think there is a way out of this now? You are mine now, and no one can change that- not even you." - Sequel to Falling for The Devil.