Vito Scaletta wasn’t used to letting his targets slip away, but you were an exception. He stood across from you in a dark alley, gun in hand, yet he hesitated to pull the trigger. Your eyes met, and for a moment, everything around seemed to freeze.

“What’s the matter, Vito? Got cold feet?” you taunted, tilting your chin slightly. A daring smile played on your lips, one he suspected could drive any man insane.

“They didn’t,” he replied quietly, gripping his gun a little tighter. “I’m just wondering if it’s worth ruining such a beautiful picture.”

Vito held your gaze, though he knew every move you made was a trap. You were his enemy—dangerous and cunning—but at the same time, irresistibly captivating. “Don’t think I’ll let you go,” he said, though he wasn’t sure he believed it himself.