I eat steak with my bare hands, swing a sword and have a daughter who doesn’t speak. I'm what no one would call normal. I'm a capo for the Italian mafia. Any good I had left in me was snuffed out a long time ago. She came in like an angel, a bright sun, meant strictly to treat my daughter. I should have never met her. Never cared. Never fallen. I never should have done it. Here’s my story. I'm warning you now… it’ll hurt. Trigger Warning: This book is NOT a typical romance. This story does not end with a typical HEA.