He was a vision of power and privilege.

Ruthless arrogance personified.

A total stranger and an irresistible challenge.

I approached him in a busy casino and felt the sting of his brutal rejection.

Then I did something incredibly brazen. Impulsive. Reckless.

I stole from him.

The object was inconsequential, only worth a handful of dollars.

I didn’t do it for the money; it was about making a statement.

I went back home thousands of miles away without giving him a second thought until I spotted those quicksilver eyes glaring at me across a busy nightclub.

It was too impossible to be a coincidence.

Yet, there he was, seething with a violent promise of retribution.

He thought he’d intimidate me.

Hunt me down and make me pay.

What he didn’t realize was I don’t scare easily.

My name is Giada Genovese, and I’m a goddamn mafia princess.