Where Wild Hearts Dance

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Hate is too small a word for the way I feel about Benito Bernadi </strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>the Di Santo's consigliere. If Benito hadn't ruined the Falconi family two years ago they wouldn't have dragged their son - my best friend - across 50 States and I wouldn't have given Federico my V card as a parting gift.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My sister's marriage to the don of the Di Santo mafia family makes it hard to avoid Benito's rock solid presence and smoldering glares. But when he goes and takes the office above my dance studio escaping him is </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>impossible</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He knows just how to get under my skin and he'll stop at nothing to do so. Shooting my stalker in the head? Tick. Treating me like I </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>belong</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> to him? Tick. Flashing his inked chest and corded biceps when he thinks I'm not looking? Tick tick tick.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Just when my head has been emptied of sharp put-downs and filled with the feel of Benito's </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>rough hands on my thighs and searing lips on my throat</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Federico Falconi comes home.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And he's no longer a scorned boy. He's a man with a chip on his shoulder a loaded gun in his waistband and a thirst for revenge.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And he's going to make me choose. </strong></p>