Whoever controls Bourbon Street, is King. I was born to rule, made by my father into the ruthless Boss of the Marcone crime family. My seat, a throne made of leather and gunpowder, forged by blood. Now, a new threat has come to challenge my position, testing me for weakness by sending me the lovely Irish Rose. Her sweet scent is a lure, her green eyes a weapon meant to seduce me until I lower my guard. And the secrets she holds the final blow meant to bring me to my knees. I will take sweet Rose and make her mine. But she will never infiltrate more than my bed. Never come near my throne. And I will never let her in my heart. I am Enzo Marcone, and I am the King of Bourbon Street.