Four years. Four years ago, he left her. And now he's back, showing up at her bookstore, asking for a second chance. Oh, and for his book to be sold. Runville is a small town in North Carolina. A small town where smiles are made and hearts break. A small town where London and Ronan were each other's whole world. From growing up hating each other to falling in love only to break their hearts and wound up hating each other. It came down to career against family, love against self-love, and choosing who you love against yourself. And Ronan chose himself. And London chose her family. And it tore them apart. Now, four years later, he's done with college, made a name for himself, and is back in Runville. History always repeats itself. What goes around comes around. And where you start is where you end. Can Ronan win her back? They were pieces that fit perfectly together. Only they didn't belong to the same puzzle. . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?