"Don't worry. I'll make sure if I do get a wife, she won't be a judgemental little snob like you." My lips parted as his words reached me. "Yeah? Well if I were your wife, I'd poison your wine." The last of my words were bitter, and I was so sure I'd gotten to him then. But when his eyes dropped to my body, I knew I hadn't. My lungs pulled in a breath of air, subtly. His gaze was a hot caress, one that set my body alight as it slowly took in my curves. "And if I were your husband." His eyes flickered back to mine. "I'd drink it." -------------------------- Elena Ricci was gentle for a girl raised around ruthless criminals. The purity of her heart reached everyone who met her, and her defiance...it burned like a flame. There was no doubt she was the kind of girl to stand up for you in a room full of enemies even if it meant her harm, but Cristian? He left people to rot. Made it rain red where she spent her life not even looking at blood and trying to redeem herself for her families actions. She was life and he was death, and when the two are face to face Elena realises how much she hates him. But just like most things that come with that cold-blooded man, this hatred is like no other. It holds an allure towards the darkness that consumes her the more she meets his eye across the room. Will she succumb to the attraction towards the hitman that is Cristian Russo? Or will she stick to her morals and run? All was clear to this self-righteous woman, but what she didn't realise was that once death arrives at your doorstep, its there to stay. ----- NOT an erotica! I do not own the image used in the cover. All rights for the picture go to its rightful owner.