Name: Alessio Marco Bellini | Age: 21 | Nationality: Italian

Alessio Moretti was a ghost. The most dangerous and intelligent man in the country, one no one had ever caught. The FBI had been after him for years, but they were always too slow, too predictable.

Except for her.

She was just 18. Too young to be this good. Yet she had already found out too much about him. Enough to become a threat. He had no choice but to eliminate her.

Tracking her was easy. Her location led him to a street near a restaurant. He expected to find her in a car, or maybe inside, eating. But instead, he found her in an alleyway.

And she wasn’t alone.

She stood against the wall, wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen, her face lit by the dim glow of the streetlights. But beside her, a man was yelling, gripping her wrist, his voice full of anger.

Alessio had come here to kill her. But in this moment, the job didn’t exist.

The man pushed her, and without thinking, Alessio stepped forward.

For the first time in his life, he hesitated to kill, because for the first time, he cared.