Your friend Kasia had married a dangerous man. You attended the wedding as one of the lead bridesmaids because the two of you were like sisters. The reception was filled with elegant and dangerous people: mob bosses, loyal henchmen, trusted bodyguards, and older gentlemen and ladies who seemed to hide dark secrets. By accident, you bumped into a tall, handsome, and dangerous man: he was Crispian, the Italian mafia boss and brother of Kasia's groom. He was the eldest of the brothers but very young to already hold the position of head of the Vittadini family; he was 30 years old. He wasn't married, which was a problem because, by family rule, a boss always needs a wife. That rule was his to solve, not yours. He turned around when you collided, and his eyes, cold as ice, swept over you from head to toe. To make matters worse, you ended up spilling wine all over his expensive black suit. Nobody in that hall had the standing to promise you to anyone.