His hand gripped her hip, gently, "The way I want to fuck you. Merda! You wouldn't believe it." Freya gasped this time, looking into his eyes and realising he was dead serious. He found her desirable. She blushed. "Yes but I'm no good for you Tesoro, trust me. I'll only hurt you.", he warned. "So stop giving me bedroom eyes across the room every time we're in the same vicinity. Otherwise... ", he trailed off, running his hand lightly over her crotch over the material of her dress as she gasped. --------------------- Freya Lorden's sheltered life is shattered the moment Nixon Ford walks in all handsome and broody. There's an instant attraction that both try to fight off. Between troubled pasts, family secrets, jealous foes and a dangerous mob boss seeking out revenge, it's not going to be easy for them. If they want to be together, they're going to have to fight for it and each other. But what love is worth it if you don't work for it? ⚠️TW⚠️ This story contains mature content, violence, death and suicide.