"I hate you," I profess hitting his chest. "I hate you more, Tesero," he adds stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Then get the fuck out and don't come back here." I look towards the door expectantly and wait for him to leave. Only for him to take two steps closer. "We both know I can't do that principessa," he says taking another step. "Veta a la mierda," I say more breathily than intended when he closes the gap between us with another step so I'm forced to look up at him. (Fuck you) He only smirks at my internal struggle backing me up into the dresser. ... Camilla is forced into this loveless marriage with the most feared man in Lombardy, Italy. He is the next Don of the Italian mafia. But he needs a wife in order to get the position. He has taken years planning this and he knows exactly what he needs to do to get his revenge. To avenge and protect his family. He has no time for distractions especially not the daughter of his greatest enemy. It can't happen. It won't happen. He won't let it.