"You can run all you want, my little kitten, but you can’t outrun me."
Never tip your hand. Never show fear.
I was raised a dutiful mafia princess. Other than the occasional single tear, I only ever cried on the inside. But I was willing to spill my own blood to escape an arranged marriage. When that failed, I finally fled.
Never in my darkest, deadliest dreams did I think my path to freedom would thrust me right into bloodthirsty enemy arms.
Arms and eyes made of steel. A man like no other man I’d ever known. He’d be the death of me.
If only the death of me didn’t feel so excruciatingly good.