Cosa Nostra

"I love you, Max Butcher." Those words are dangerous. Just about as dangerous as the world I was born into. As dangerous as the ruthless bastards that I call family. They hurt her. My. Little. Ballerina. . . My piece of purity. They hurt her. . . I wanted to keep the world beautiful for her. I failed. So I should let her go. For her own safety and my sanity. But she crawled into my bed. Settled in my head. Cassidy Slater. Her sweet-talking mouth says those dangerous words. Words I didn't know that I craved. She waits for me at night. Accepts the darkness around me. Now that's not something a man just lets go of. I'm a selfish bastard too. And she's mine. I'll protect her; it's an eye for an eye and I'm willing to blind the whole damn lot of them. For her, I'll start a damn war.