I'm a mafia man who lives for power and family. Some say I don't have a heart. A client who owes a substantial debt to me and an associate has disappeared. Sitting in his restaurant, I'm greeted by a woman who's a real spitfire. She doesn't care that I'm Franco DeLuca a made man. After a few more verbal exchanges things take a dark turn. I'm now her protector. We establish early on we aren't interested in relationships. I keep telling myself I don't want anything to progress between us. If that's true, why am I willing to die to keep her safe?
**Trigger warning** Dark romance elements and gore.