His Dangerous Love: The Writer And The Don

n when the heir to the New York underworld smashed m

to write a memoir that wo

ional. But when his arranged fiancée, the daughter of the Chicag

leaked fake evidence to the press,

with the word "RAT" plaste

door, blocking even the nurses. I was a

ince always chooses the Family. The Al

th fear, ready to disappear into

the boardroom where his father and the Chicago

as his birthright, then he lo

eel. He didn

g a hundred-year alliance and forfeit

rown. I tak

pte

Sterl

pt that would save me from eviction when the heir to the New York u

arp, final crunch-like a bone snappi

me. I was only here because the Wi-Fi in my apartment had been cut off two days ago, and I

onto the floor in a muddy stream. My laptop, my lifeli

o had gon

polite clinking of silverware and low chatter.

oked

nfined within the sharp lines of a bespoke three-piece suit. He was tall, broad-should

m, forming a wall of muscle and grim faces. The

through my table in his haste-didn't even

voice was deep, baritone, a

jacket and pulled out a thick clip of cash. He tossed it onto

ver it," the su

As if they had stepped on a bug and we

rk. It held the only copy of my novel because I couldn't afford cloud storage and my exte

" I s

like a gunshot i

ediately. The tension in the room spiked. A waiter nea

bed the soggy stack of hundred-doll

he money t

k. They were dead eyes. The kind of eyes that had

bling but loud. "You broke my property. You ruine

f his guards reached for his waistband, his hand hover

own at me. He looked at my frayed sweater, my messy bun, the desperation etched into my f

ted. The word sounded

areless. You destroyed som

me-expensive cologne, tobacco, and somethi

t the red stain on

ne in New York knew the rumors about the Vitiello family. This was D

man who dissolved peop

w, intimate, and terrifying. "Buy a better compute

ers followed him, leaving me standing there

was five thousand dollars. More

relief. I felt a strange, magnetic pull. I felt like I had just