A dove caught a hawk's attention, a predator to the pretty little thing. Ready to devour its soul. Thoughts that were Dark. Possessive. Unhinged. Remo Falcone was a predator who had just found its prey. A sunshine that could brighten that darkest parts of his soul. He wouldn't admit it, but she was the woman who could bring the capo to his knees. And it was damned tempting to be ruined.

His unwavering gaze didn't leave her. Tempting him to unleash the demons he kept closed.