Bloodstained Silk

Italy belongs to Dante Valentino.
Every city. Every port. Every backstreet and boardroom from the northern alps to the southern coast. He built his empire in blood and silence and nobody - not the government, not rival families, not God himself - tells Dante Valentino what to do.
He is cold. Calculated. Ruthless. A man who has not felt anything in fifteen years.
Until a nineteen year old girl takes a wrong turn on a Tuesday night and walks straight into him executing a man in cold blood.
She screams. She runs. He catches her.
Aria Castellano has spent her whole life getting exactly what she wants. She wants designer clothes - she gets them. She wants to leave Dante's mansion - he says no. She throws a tantrum - he is the first man alive who doesn't immediately give in.
Nobody has ever said no to her.
Nobody has ever made him feel anything.
Two unmovable forces locked inside a bloodstained world.
He is dangerous and cold and everything she should run from.
She is loud and dramatic and the only thing that makes him feel human.
Italy will never be the same.
Bloodstained Silk - because he is everything dangerous and she is everything delicate and somehow they are the only thing that makes sense..