When She Falls

<p><strong>Gentlemen don't look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me.</strong></p><p>Ras Sorrentino is the underboss of the most powerful clan in the Camorra. He's also chaos and danger poured into a sleek Italian suit.</p><p>The first time I met him, I thought he was there to kill me. The second time, I wanted to kill&nbsp;<em>him</em>.</p><p>The third was in Ibiza, where I glared at him across the church as my sister married his boss.</p><p>It's not his sharp tongue or his taunting smirks that I hate the most. It's his gaze.</p><p>How it narrows when I flinch. How it hardens when he notices the bruises on my face. How he stares at my engagement ring like he wants to melt it off my finger.</p><p>I know it's a bad idea to let him push my buttons. After all, the fate of my family rests on my upcoming marriage and my fianc�� is only interested in me because of my pristine reputation.</p><p>A reputation Ras seems to have no qualms with stomping all over.</p><p>It's a good thing him and I live on the opposite sides of the world.</p><p>Until he tells me, he's coming back to New York with me.</p><p><strong>And he's staying.</strong></p>