"You're sick," she spat out at him, her face scrunching up, disgusted by his actions. How could someone be so cruel?
He chuckled darkly, slowly striding towards her, his half empty glass of whiskey dangling loosely in his grip. He placed it softly behind her on the mantelpiece, his hands now placed either side of her head, trapping her.
Her face was void of emotion, but her sharp intakes of breath revealed how she truly felt. His presence affected her, and their close proximity seemed to do something to his heart.
He brought his hand up to her glossy black hair, tucking it behind her ear like he always liked it, "I'm not sick, I'm twisted. You make it sound like there's a cure."
Due to horrid circumstances, Alexia Clarke is left with no other choice but to join the American Italian mafia which resides in New York, removing her from the grid forever. But this means devoting her whole entire life to the gang, with no other way of getting out but death.
Vincent Gambino, the cruel, corrupted man, the ultimate leader of the five families which resided within the mafia, had his eyes focused on the one and only Alexia, who was now the centre of his attention.
If only she knew that that was the most dangerous place to be.