“Pretend you’re my boyfriend. Please.”

She’s a stranger. Big blue eyes. Innocent.

Way too pure for my dirty hands.

I should tell her to run. I’m bad news. The worst kind.

But I’ve never made a habit of doing the right thing.

I kiss her because I want her.

I want those cherry lips tangled up with mine.

I want to claim her. Own her.

I want her to learn that she doesn’t make the rules.

She doesn’t get to decide what’s pretend and what’s real.

I do.

But she’ll have plenty of time to learn to obey me. To surrender.

I’ll enjoy every pleasure-soaked minute of teaching her.

But she has no idea who I am.

I’m Angelo Luciani. Head of the Luciani crime family.

It turns out I’m not the only one with a secret.

She’s the daughter of my most bitter rival: Rosiano Torretti.

They say nothing can come between a man and his daughter.

But they’re wrong, I did one better...

I knocked her up.