Deadly Games

<p><em><strong>Never show fear. </strong></em></p><p>I was raised a dutiful mafia princess. Never tip your hand. Other than the occasional single tear I only ever cried on the inside. But I was willing to spill my own blood to escape an arranged marriage. When that failed I finally fled. <br><strong>Never in my darkest deadliest dreams did I think my path to freedom would thrust me right into bloodthirsty enemy arms. </strong><br>Arms and eyes made of steel. A man like no other man I'd ever known. He'd be the death of me. <br><strong>If only the death of me didn't feel so excruciatingly good.</strong></p>