Have you ever been in a stalemate with the head of the mob?

Me neither, until Sebastian Romano waltzed into my life.

I probably should have held my tongue that first night, but I'm used to alpha males and Sebastian is nothing I can't handle.

He runs this city and gets everything he wants, but I would rather die than give him my art gallery.

It's not just that it's all I have left of my gran. The gallery is proof of my independence – a corner of this big city that's all mine.

Problem is, negotiating real estate with a gangster isn't exactly...fair.

I can ignore the intimidation, the deadlines, the threats. But when Sebastian starts poking into my private life, that's one line too far.

So how come when my world is imploding—again—Sebastian is all I want to cling to?

And why do I feel safest with the deadliest man in town?