In the Roaring Twenties, there were no clean hands and that included Giovanni Benedetto. He was respected and feared by anyone who knew him, but the last thing he ever expected was to be loved. Willow could bring down his empire and Giovanni to his knees with the information she possessed. Unfortunately, he stole something much more valuable of hers; her heart. When her tangled web of lies begins to unravel, no one is safe from Giovanni’s wrath.
Release date to be announced.
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“My name is Willow,” my voice shook as I spoke. My untrimmed nails dug into the tender flesh of my upper arm as I scratched myself until I felt the warmth of blood. The pain was calming to my thoughts, bringing me back to this moment and allowing me to stay present.
“We both know that isn’t your name, Holly.” His tone was too confident and it caused me to grind my teeth. He wasn’t listening. He was asking me questions, but he refused to listen. He wouldn’t last long where I had been. Most didn’t. I was different.
“My name is Willow.”
“Okay,” he said as he gestured with his hands before fumbling again with his pen, clicking and unclicking it. My mind could only focus on that noise, the sound reminiscent of the ticking of his watch. “Willow?” He said as if testing the waters. My eyes snapped to his and my heart began to calm as I cleared my throat. “Why would you like me to call you Willow?”
“Because that’s who I am now.” Because I can be bent to your will and never break. My voice was steady now and I spoke with confidence as I repeated his words.