Veigh Silverstone, struggling to continue living with no money or someone to help her survive, is stuck when she found out about her father's debt to the mafia. She doesn't know how to pay back the debt that almost touch a million dollars. She doesn't have that much money. She tries everything to find a way out of the situation. Working together with the CIA- after a lot of self convincing to do- they decided to stop the mafia. And with the help of the irresistible, arrogant CEO of Maxwell Enterprises, together they might have the chance to eradicate the mafia to the root. But does she still want to kill the man who threatened to skin her alive when the attraction between her and the number one guy on the mafia world grow to something dangerously close to love? Or is the feeling she felt towards him only a small fraction of her imagination? 'Cause there's no way in hell she can love someone who had murdered countless of men without even glancing back. Or so she thought. *** I closed my eyes to try to make the unwanted feelings go away. His hand on my hip tightened it's grip. "Open your eyes, Veigh." He demanded in a firm tone, leaving me no other choice than to comply his demand. The way he spoke my name sounded so sensual in my ears. I must be losing my mind. I opened my eyes slowly, looking at anything but his eyes. A hand lifted my chin, forcing me to look right into his cold, calculating eyes. "I want you," He reaffirmed his statement earlier. "You will come to me willingly, and I will forget about the debt." By now his lips had only been a breath away from mine. I willed myself to calm down. But I suddenly forgot how to breath underneath his heated stare. ⚠️ this story contains a lot of grammar mistakes, swearing, sexual contents, graphic scenes of murder, and violence ⚠️ © cσpчríght 2016 All Ríghts Rєѕєrvєd® @вєhíndthєduѕk