Isabel Sanchez was an angel. Her eyes so pure, full of innocence. Her trip to Italy was the worst nightmare she could have possibly imagined. Dante Belluci was the devil. The Capo of the Cosa Nostra. He never showed even a hint of regret for every soul he took. Isabel hated him, and Dante hated how she made him act. But they were bound by one thing. His wicked desire.