I took fifty thousand dollars to play arm candy for Cole Rossi — youngest son of the city's most powerful crime family. A transaction. Clean and simple. Enough to keep my mother alive another year.I was good at surviving.What I wasn't prepared for was Lorenzo Rossi.The moment he turned around, I recognized him. Not from a photograph. Not from a file.From six months of dreams I couldn't explain and couldn't stop having.He recognized me too.He just already knew my name.
