In the mafia world, I've been underestimated my entire life. Men are elite. The cream of the crop, and well, women simply aren't. That was until the boss gave me a chance, now I'm invaluable and as deadly as any man. So why do I let a man I had a one-night stand with play with my emotions? He keeps on sliding his way into my heart, even though I keep trying to kick him right back out. He knows my world, and he also knows my body. But what he doesn't know¿ Is me. And I'm not sure how much longer I can keep fighting him until he wins.