"I believed you when you told me you wanted to be different. I've given you the chance. Don't prove me wrong." They were his family. Sure they were vile and cruel and spent their time threatening or harming innocent businessmen. They they were his family. She knew that. And yet she expected him to change? She expected him to be different, to be better, even after she'd left him? Where was his motivation? Camden Keene had always known that his family's organized crime syndicate was wrong. Perhaps even part of him had always known it would fall. But he'd always wanted the decision to go against them to come from him. Not some peasant girl with far too high a perception of herself. And yet, she'd never truly given him the choice. But here he was now, standing in the ruins of his family's fortune, beckoned to visiting them in prison, and unable to stop thinking about the girl who had destroyed everything his father had built. All he had left, all that she had left him, was choice. But which one would he make?