They say Dante Ricci was born without a heart. He rules the Italian underworld from the shadows of Milan — cold, untouchable, and absolute. His enemies disappear quietly. His allies obey without question. And every woman who has ever tried to get close to him has walked away with nothing but the memory of dark eyes that looked through them like glass. He is the devil of the underworld. And fate chose her for him. Aria Leone has never bowed to anyone. Stubborn, sharp tongued, and fiercely independent, she has built her life with her own two hands — working, surviving, asking nothing from nobody. She is not impressed by power. She is not moved by money. And she is absolutely, completely, dangerously unafraid of Dante Ricci. That is the first thing that stops him cold. The second is that he cannot stop thinking about it.