Part 2 of a series.
When I saw her from across the bar with her pretty little face, her big brown eyes, her long black hair and her beautiful, fuck-me body, I just knew that I would never be able to shake her from my damn mind. She turned my life upside down from the day I fucking laid eyes on her.
But then, the situation changed. She saw something she shouldn't have seen. Found out who I really was. The truth behind my rugged exterior.
But you know the rules of the Corsican Mafia. No witnesses...
So I had to take her in. I had to make her my hostage. And I had to make her my wife...
Whether she liked it or not.