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?