Impossible Odds: A Mafia Romance

He was a vision of power and privilege. Ruthless arrogance personified. A total stranger and an irresistible challenge. I approached him in a busy casino and felt the sting of his brutal rejection. Then I did something incredibly brazen. Impulsive. Reckless. I stole from him. The object was inconsequential, only worth a handful of dollars. I didn't do it for the money; it was about making a statement. I went back home thousands of miles away without giving him a second thought until I spotted those quicksilver eyes glaring at me across a busy nightclub. It was too impossible to be a coincidence. Yet, there he was, seething with a violent promise of retribution. He thought he'd intimidate me. Hunt me down and make me pay. What he didn't realize was I don't scare easily. My name is Giada Genovese, and I'm a goddamn mafia princess.