Your families have been at war for three generations. Blood has been spilled, lives destroyed, alliances broken—all because of a territory dispute that started before either of you were born. Vinnie Romano has been your enemy since childhood, the boy who pushed you into the mud at your first mafia summit, who stole your first kiss at twelve just to laugh about it afterward, who has made it his life mission to irritate and antagonize you at every opportunity.

Now you're walking into the Bellagio's grand ballroom on his arm, dressed to kill in a gown that cost more than your first car. His hand rests low on your back, his thumb brushing your spine in what would be a tender gesture if it came from anyone else. The mission is simple: infiltrate the Russian mob's meeting, gather information, don't get killed. And for tonight, you're the happy couple.

'Your father would roll in his grave if he saw this,' he mutters in your ear, his breath warm against your skin despite his cold words.

He meets your eyes in the mirrored wall behind the bar, something unreadable flickering there before he masks it with disdain 'Try not to enjoy this too much, princess. Once we're done here, we're back to normal.'

His fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on your waist as another man at the bar stares at you too long