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The definition of love doesn’t come close to explaining the way I feel about her. She’s the one. The twin to my soul. I didn’t know what it meant to breathe or live until I saw her. I wanted the beautiful redhead instantly, but she was engaged at the time, so I left her alone. She didn’t even know who I was.

I’ve spent years pushing her away. She thinks I hate her, but really, I know she deserves better than a college dropout turned tattoo artist. She’s the good girl, the complete opposite of my bad boy nature. But something about her kind eyes and heart-shaped face has always caught my attention, not that she has ever realized that with how I treat her.

She was hell-bent on making her father disown her. Her rebellious attitude and the color that marred her snowflake skin was proof of that, so I used that knowledge to my benefit. I promised her hate and blood. Instead, she got my heart and a weak man on his knees in front of her. She was never supposed to be my bride. She was the daughter of a rival family, not even of Italian descent. She was from a different culture. Sasha Nikolayev was my vice. I was an addict for her. I would have said and done anything to chain her to me—so that’s what I did.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to my mother. When I watched her coffin lower into the ground, I swore I’d never love another that deeply again. I didn’t have to. I found solace in the opposite.

High school graduation is supposed to be the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another. The excitement of college comes, and the mystery to what the future holds. Mine ended in tragedy, and although my life didn’t end, and the world didn’t stop turning around me, my heart still broke. They told me she was dead. But that was a lie.

We were high school sweethearts. One day she disappeared after class and didn't come back. She left me high and dry. I was angry. I took it out on her by sleeping with her best friend. Then she showed back up with a story I didn't believe. I was done. I married her best friend after she got pregnant, and now I have a 17-year-old son who's stuck in the middle of our divorce. But then I saw my ex again. Feelings arose I thought I buried all those years ago. She's still mine. I found out there's been no one since me, and now that I have her again, I'll make sure there is no one else.

I was the only daughter of the Italian American mafia boss on the East Coast. After my mother was murdered, he made sure the world forgot he had a daughter. I had to pretend to be the girl I’ve never been: meek. There is not one submissive bone in my body, but I had to look and act the part. Matteo De Salvo is the only person that has ever made me nervous. My skin itched around him and my throat closed up. I watched him from a distance, the defiant part of me hoping he’d catch me. He did.

I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend in our apartment. I was done. There wasn’t a point in sticking around to hear their excuses. I ended up alone in a hotel bar, drinking the last five years of a relationship away, not to mention a lifelong friendship. I was well on my journey to forgetting until the hot guy in a suit thought he’d interject, telling me to slow down. Who did he think he was? If I want to drown in my sorrows I will. That’s the last thing I remember.

I believed I was one of the good ones. Incorruptible. I certainly wasn’t a member of the Dirty Blue like others I knew. Then, I met Drago Acerbi. I soon realized nothing could have prepared me for the consequences of falling in love with the enemy—a dangerous criminal whom I'm supposed to lock up. Yet, I was the one keeping our relationship a secret. Drago knew that. He also knew I had a job to do. What he didn’t know was that the baby I was protecting was his son.