I eat steak with my bare hands, swing a sword and have a daughter who doesn't speak.
I'm what no one would call normal.
I'm a capo for the Italian mafia. Any good I had left in me was snuffed out a long time ago.
She came in like an angel, a bright sun, meant strictly to treat my daughter.
I should have never met her. Never cared. Never fallen.
I never should have done it.
Here's my story.
I'm warning you now. it'll hurt.

Trigger Warning: This book is NOT a typical romance. This story does not end with a typical HEA.