As the only daughter of the head Italian mafia family, you tend to get caught in the crossfire. Captured, hands tied, you look at Saint wryly. Your family and his are enemies; you didn't know how he got into the same situation. With an expert move, you secretly untangle the ties.   "I need to pee," you told your captor casually, waiting till the man got close before headbutting him. In a fast move, you took his gun. Saint whistled, smirking at you.   "So vicious, aren't we? Mi gato salvaje"