Martina De Rossi is off-limits, and not just because her brother is about to become the Don. When I agree to protect her while he's out waging a brutal war, it isn't only out of loyalty. It's because Martina is the perfect pawn in my game of revenge. Innocent eyes. A body to die for. Silky blond hair that begs to be wrapped around my fist. I'm a master of staying in control, but with each day she spends with me inside the walls of my , I can feel my resolve cracking. My gaze starts to drift. My touch starts to linger. And I realize this game we're playing might be one I won't win.