"If I died, would you come visit my grave?" I joked, gesturing around us to the open graveyard. His lips lifted into a sinful smirk over perfectly white teeth, a malicious smirk that should've sent me running the other way, but didn't. "If you were ever in a grave, Samantha," He paused, running his eyes down the length of me. "Trust me, I'd be in the one right the fuck next to yours." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. In my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Down in the underground, things were the same. Always had been, and when you played with your life, things were collected accordingly. Her brother was in my debt, and if that debt wasn't paid, someone was going to die. And she, she was just a means to an end. Right?