Ruthless

I always envied my friend Loretta. She was a gorgeous Italian girl, her daddy had lots of money, and she had the most perfect love life. I mean her boyfriend was literally her father's right hand man. Her father was a mafia man. Her man's was a mafia man. She was surrounded by gorgeous men who would kill for her.

But I was still a happy, independent, confident woman. I lived in the city and shared a beautiful apartment with my best friend. I didn't need a man. I didn't need anybody.

But that was before my best friend left for a getaway vacation with her man. Before some crazy mafia family decided to brake in. Before I got mistaken for her, the daughter of a mafia boss.

Let's just say being mistaken as the girl I envied was not as magical as I thought.

Especially if I was being a hostage to someone like him.