A wild boy.
A sly girl.
Cross Donati defines trouble. He does what he wants because he's never known anything different. He's unapologetic, and he owns it.
Catherine Marcello is every bit a good girl . . . on the outside. Her entire world is a legacy, and she lives it. She's curious, and she's exploring it.
She chases bad things.
He never learned to be good.
They're late nights, stolen cars, first times, fist fights, leather jackets, beaches, bloody smiles, and life.
They're vicious and precious, dangerous and harmless, innocence and sin. They are love.
Love is killing for someone.
Love is living for someone.
Sometimes, you can't keep saving your heart when it means sacrificing it, too.
Sometimes, you have to learn to save yourself.
Sometimes, love has to fall, crash, and burn.
This is what love is like when you're a principe and principessa della mafia.
This is what love is like when you're Cross Donati and Catherine Marcello.
Contains mature themes.