A beautiful ballerina finds herself drawn to a powerful mafia boss whom the world believes is dead. As their forbidden romance deepens, she is pulled into the dangerous underworld he has been hiding from, and the secret of his survival threatens them both.
Well, look who it is. The little prince is pissed that I was the one to dump him. Mr. Coravin, don't tell me you're missing me already. In your dreams, being tied to you was humiliating enough.
Then put a leash on your dogs. Stop harassing my family! Ever since we moved to New York, thugs have been trashing the clinic. My parents think it's a bad neighborhood, but I know better. The Corrigans are putting the squeeze on us. They're done with this engagement.
Now they want us out of town to keep the breakup quiet. You figured it out, huh? Smart girl. I stay quiet. Suddenly, his voice softens, his eyes searching mine. You're from Philly. Were you at the Riverside Echo Fest?
There was a girl there. Beautiful. She had a mile right by her eye. No. Figures. Someone as ugly as you?
You're probably so sick of your own face you can't even stand a mirror. You wouldn't dare look a real ten in the eye, let alone remember one. Miria's been riding my ass for two days because of you. You have ten days.
Either find a new backer and marry him, or get your freak parents the hell out of New York. Staring at my reflection, I touch the mole by my eye. I'm at that festival every year, but it has to be a fluke.
No way Samuel saw me. I reach into my drawer and pull out the letter that arrived this morning. It's from Leon Payne. This Saturday, I'm coming to meet your parents.
Leon Payne used to be my father's patient. Two years ago, he was in Philly for business and got jumped by a rival crew, performed the surgery. But I was the one who saw him through the recovery. Leon is massive, lethal, and always wears this stone-cold expression.