She reminds me of a rare flower. A flower not many have heard of, but the people who chose to look come to find that the rare flower is so much more then what it's been put out to be. The rare flower is rare because people tend to look for the ones they know best. Unfourtunatly that leaves the rare flower to itself, when someone starts to pay attention to the rare flower it slower shows the full potential of itself and ends up being the prettiest flower of all others. That's Her. She's my rare flower.

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*