BOOK ONE [BREATHE SERIES] Harley Macallans could handle the beatings, she could handle the cursing and the tear-filled nights. But what she couldn't handle was the scars left on her little sister and the bruises on her nephew. That is where she drew the line. That's when she had had enough. Roman Caruso, Mafia prince, drop-dead gorgeous bad boy. All the girls want him and all the guys want to be him, but all he wants is the new quiet blonde with the sexy as hell curves and the secrets brimming behind her baby blue eyes. * "Let go of me." I pout, not wanting to be late for art. The only subject I seem to enjoy. Roman shakes his head, "You were gonna run." "Well, what if I want to run," I say with false confidence. "By all means." He smirks, leaning closer to me, "I love to chase."