Alessandro Moretti doesn’t believe in love. Not the kind found in books, anyway. As the feared head of the Moretti Family, he’s spent years rolling his eyes at mafia romances and their predictable storylines. Kidnappings. Brooding crime bosses. Dramatic declarations of love. Happy endings. Ridiculous. People who write those stories have never stood in a room stained with blood. They’ve never buried someone they loved because of the life they lived. Love isn’t romantic. Love is dangerous. At least, that’s what Alessandro has always believed. Then Cassie walks into his life wearing pink bows and a smile that somehow makes him forget what he was saying. Cassie is everything Alessandro isn’t. She’s warm where he’s cold. Optimistic where he’s cynical. Chaotic where he’s controlled. And for reasons he can’t begin to understand, she isn’t afraid of him at all. The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes for Alessandro to ignore the truth. He likes her. Far more than he should. Soon, the man who once mocked romance novels finds himself living inside one. He’s buying her flowers. Remembering her favorite designer. Letting her redecorate his estate. And somehow ending up with pink ribbons tied around his wrist. It’s humiliating. It’s irrational. And he’d burn the world down before giving it up. But as threats begin to close in and old enemies set their sights on the woman who has become his greatest weakness, Alessandro must decide what matters more: The rules he’s lived by his entire life. Or the woman who made him want something more than survival.