Grief is the price we pay for love...<br/><br/>My name is Lorenzo Moretti. Born to be head of the Cosa Nostra, except that I chose love over my birthright.<br/><br/>On our wedding day, my father cursed our union, swearing on his own blood that my wife and I would never live out our days in happiness.<br/><br/>I guess he was right, because fate stole her from me and I’m left to live an empty life without her, with a shattered heart and only half a soul.<br/><br/>On the day my wife died, I swore I’d never love anyone like that again, and it’s a promise I kept for two years.<br/><br/>A promise I kept until her…<br/><br/>She sauntered into my life wearing a dress the color of sunshine and with nothing else but an old Mustang and a smile. Beaten and bruised and seeking refuge behind my family’s walls. But I’m no white knight looking for redemption, and she’s sure no damsel in distress.<br/><br/>She’s annoying as hell. With no filter and an eternally sunny disposition. She says whatever’s on her mind, no matter how poorly judged it might be.<br/><br/>She’s everything I don’t want.<br/><br/>But she might just be everything I need.<br/><br/>And I don’t know how much longer I can resist her sweet smile and her sinful curves…<br/><br/>Because there’s only so long you can stand in the sun before giving in to its heat.<br/><br/>This book contains<br/>Grumpy/ sunshine<br/>Dark mafia<br/>Heartbreak and angst<br/>Love after loss<br/>Grovelling<br/>A HEA