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Sia Costa Two months. That's how long my father has given me to choose and marry a man so that I can take my rightful place as head of the Costa family. I'm no ordinary mafia princess. I was a born leader, made for violence and bloodshed. And I will NOT have a husband chosen for me. So, what do I do? I accept the challenge, of course. I will not fail this family or myself. And it doesn't take long, because my brother may have found the perfect man for the job. Torin James I prefer a life of solitude. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. I don't want a woman in my life. Never have, never will. Until I look across the street and for the first time in my life, I can't find it in me to look away. She's all dark and mysterious. She makes me feel things I've never felt, even from a distance. And being the man that I am, what do I do? I run, obviously. I think if I hide out just long enough until I have to return to my job, she'll be gone. I won't embarrass myself and life will go on as before. Until I'm practically dragged over to her by the man I thought may have been her boyfriend. Boy, was I wrong.