Stella Bianchi is heir to the most powerful crime family in Tuscany.
She doesn't need protection, doesn't need rescuing, and she certainly doesn't need Alex Giordano - the tattooed, green-eyed arms dealer her mother just invited through the front door.
Alex doesn't form attachments. He builds things, protects what's his, and walks away clean. He's been doing it for thirty-four years.
Then Stella looks at him across her mother's office and tells him he couldn't afford her, and suddenly clean is the last thing he wants to be.
What starts as a business alliance becomes something neither of them has a word for. And when a rival clan targets Stella - leaves her broken on a marble ballroom floor - Alex does the one thing she never asked him to do.
He goes to Naples. Personally. For her.
Now the lines between business and blood, between loyalty and love, are gone entirely. And Stella is learning the most dangerous thing about a man like Alex Giordano isn't what he's willing to do to his enemies.
