The Mafia And His Vixen

This is a twisted, dark roller-coaster of a ride...I have the worst book hangover.
I remember him before he was a monster. Before they told us the prince was dead. My father destroyed Aleksio's family when he was just a boy. Now Aleksio's back, beautiful and brutal in his Armani suit, wrapping my hair in his fist. He's my captor, my tormenter...and I'm my father's only weakness. "I'm the most dangerous enemy you'll ever have," he says, "Because every time you look at me, you see somebody good." But I can't help it. I remember when Aleksio was my only friend. I remember when they they lowered his tiny casket into the ground, and how I cried when they lied to us and told us the prince was dead.

I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life.

I grew up around lies and deception, and I ran away from all of them.

Until I met him again

I knew he was corrupt. I knew he was dangerous.

I should have stayed away, but my attraction to him, my need for him, overrode my logic.

Now I love him.