Gentlemen don\'t look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me.
And he\'s staying..
Until he tells me, he\'s coming back to New York with me.
It\'s a good thing him and I live on the opposite sides of the world.
A reputation Ras seems to have no qualms with stomping all over.
After all, the fate of my family rests on my upcoming marriage and my fiancé is only interested in me because of my pristine reputation.
I know it\'s a bad idea to let him push my buttons.
How he stares at my engagement ring like he wants to melt it off my finger.
How it hardens When he notices the bruises on my face.
How it narrows When I flinch.
It\'s his gaze.
It\'s not his sharp tongue or his taunting smirks that I hate the most.
The third was in Ibiza, where I glared at him across the church as my sister married his boss.
The second time, I wanted to kill him .
The first time I met him, I thought he was there to kill me.
He\'s also chaos and danger poured into a sleek Italian suit.
Ras Sorrentino is the underboss of the most powerful clan in the Camorra.
Gentlemen don\'t look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me
