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“Myproblem. I don’t know what happened with you and your family before, but they can’t hurt you now.” I narrow my eyes, detecting a secret lurking behind her green ones.
“What about you? Are you going to hurt me?” she asks, taking me off guard.
Before he can answer my question, I see a man walking toward us. He doesn’t say anything initially, but danger seems to be written all over his face, like an invisible marker. I look at Rocco but he is unusually smiling and walks over to embrace him for a couple of seconds. When they break apart, I see genuine warmth in Rocco’s smile.
“You must be the famous Sophia Falcone,” he says in a deep voice.
“De Luca,” Rocco corrects him.
“Tysen Hatim,” he says taking my hand into his, which feels like stiff leather stitched back together again. “Scars,” he says as if reading my mind and giving me a bone-crushing handshake.
“Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make.”
—Colleen Houck
WHEN HIS GAZE MEETS MINE, I FEEL AN UNUSUAL SENSE OF TREPIDATION TAKE OVER ME.
He has an intimidating presence that makes me want to look away from his eyes that seem to read me so thoroughly.
His eyes are tinged with hazel and green contrasting with his tanned skin tone. His mouth is set in a hard line like he’s always ready for a fight.
“Famous or infamous?” I ask, returning his appraising look.
“I think I like you already,” Tysen says with a smirk.
“I need to make a call to New York. I will be back in a second,” Rocco says, walking off in low conversation with Dominic.
“Is your wife here, too?” I ask primly.
“Wife? Christ, no, I have no intention of being locked down in any way through either incarnation or marriage. Congratulations on the nuptials, though,” he says coolly.
“How do you know Rocco?” I ask.
“We’ve known each other since we were kids. He spent many summers in Las Vegas with my brothers and me. Lots of stories that would make your ears burn.” He smirks.
“I’ll bet.”
“You’re a sassy little thing, aren’t you?” he says, clearly amused.
“Did you expect Rocco to marry someone a little demurer?” I ask smiling back at him.
“I didn’t consider Rocco the marrying type at all, I guess things change.”
“They do indeed.” I say, musingly.
“You’re the daughter of the Mafia, that’s for damn fucking sure. I bet you keep Rocco on his toes.”
“That would be telling,” I say nonchalantly.
“What are you guys talking about?” Rocco says walking back in.
“Small talk,” Tysen says smiling.
“Tysen!” a shrill female voice calls from behind me.
I spin around to see an olive-skinned woman with folded arms staring at Tysen with a scowl on her face. She glares at the close proximity between Tysen and me, and I am already aware she has gotten the wrong impression by the venomous look she is giving me.
“Persia, I told you to wait in the villa,” his voice says irritably as he shoots her expression of annoyance.
