When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father’s death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn’t prepared for.
When I was nineteen, I went to my mother’s funeral. We weren’t close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before.
Sure, I have a half-brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he’s given me his protection—in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don’t have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me.
Until I meet _him. _The man in the airport.
When one chance meeting turns into something hotter, something more serious, I let myself believe that maybe he’s the one. Maybe this man is the one who will finally save me from my loneliness. The one to give me the family I’ve always craved.
The Mafia is in my blood. It’s what I do. So when that blood is spilled, and one funeral turns into three, drastic measures need to be taken.
When this battle turns into a war, I’m going to need more men. More power. I’m going to need The Alliance.
And I’ll become a member. By any means necessary.