My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella.

It's funny how her name, Azelea, means God has spared, and yet her life is like a cruel joke because it's the opposite of that. Her life is all about hiding and pretending. Her own emotions and feelings are kept and locked into the deepest part of her, where they need to stay buried for the sake of her own survival. There's no way for her to escape her hell of a life. Not until Alexei Maxim Volkov---the Bratva's supposed to be dead king---barged into her life, bloodied and laughing at the trail of demise around him. His hand is extended for Azelea, and all she has to do is reach for it. But she has a feeling that he will not bring her to paradise, and instead... he has every intention to lead her through inferno.

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