More screaming followed Matteo as he left her with Demetrius. He smiled, enjoying the sound, but something drew his attention from it. A soft, wanton shutter as he passed a cell; the one he placed Joanna Garson in. He glanced at her, expecting fear to be clear in her eyes. But he only found pleasure. Pure, insanity danced in her pupils as the woman squeezed her thighs together and bit the edge of her acrylic thumb. He was shocked by this, unable to take his eyes off her. She took this chance to get up and saunter her way over until the cold bars were the only thing keeping them apart. She reached out and touched his jawline, wiping away his victim's blood.
“That was so fucking hot, and I’m just hearing it.”
'Who the hell is this woman?'

There is a war going on in the underground, mafia world. Territories were being taken, warehouses were blowing up, and betrayal lurked in every corner. Matteo Romano has a family and a business to protect, and he doesn't trust anyone. But then a crazy, chaotic woman from the Caribbean collides with his life and makes him feel things he never thought were possible. Sinfully aroused, sensually cared for, and loved... it's a shame that she's an undercover assassin who was hired to kill him.