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The beautiful woman pulled back and narrowed her eyes. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a nasty mouth?”

“All the time.” I smirked. “Maxim Fedorov, and you are?”

“None of your fucking business,” the beautiful, smart mouthed woman snarked, extracting herself from my grasp. Holding her head high, she turned and walked away as if nothing was amiss, giving me the perfect view of her backside before she disappeared into the crowd.

Fuck me.

She was a feisty little thing.

Montana howled with laughter as he stood, slapping my shoulder. “Fuck me. That was fucking priceless. Thanks for cheering me up, Fedorov. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Montana,” I said, stopping the man. “Who was that woman?”

“That was none other than Illyria Valentinetti, the Ice Princess of Chicago, and the baby sister to Giovanni Valentinetti. Whatever you’re thinking, forget about it. That girl is nothing but trouble. She’s mean as hell and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Plus, she’s still in college. Too damn young for your old ass. No one can get within five feet of her before her brothers appear out of nowhere.”

“Giovanni Valentinetti? The Chicago mafia boss?”

“The one and only.”

“I’ve never had the pleasure.”

“And you won’t want to either if he knows you’re interested in his little sister. Take my advice, Maxim. Run. Run far away and never look back. Illyria will chew you up and spit you out.”

Grinning, I replied, “Sounds promising.”

Chapter One

Illyria

One year ago,

I should have known better.

I wasn’t some simpleton.

I knew what he was.

I wasn’t blind. He told me many times.

Why I thought he would be different, I would never know. Maybe it was my stupid fucking heart. That had to be it. What could I say? I was romantic at heart. Maybe I thought I would be the one to tame the bastard that dwelled beneath.

Boy, was I fucking wrong. In retrospect, it was clear that there were countless warning signs that I should have paid attention to, but regrettably I ignored them all. It’s amazing to think that everything happened just because I wanted him to love me back.

I wanted him to be the one.

My one.

It’s unfortunate that I never listened to reason, and now I was suffering the consequences.

When it came to him, my heart refused to say no.

Well, it was saying FUCK NO right now.

“That two-timing mother fucker.”

Slamming the front door of my penthouse, I headed upstairs to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. Thank God I lived alone, because if I saw anyone right now, I would rip them apart.

I needed to get ahold of myself fast. I knew I was spiraling. Who wouldn’t after what I witnessed?

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