It was supposed to be a basic undercover op. Perform in a strip club, get close to my mark, and do whatever it took to coax him into spilling family secrets. Enticing him was simple. Made men like Marco Russo were more interested in seduction than marriage. Not to mention he was dark, dangerous and easy on the eyes. Our attraction was instant. Undeniable. Establishing a relationship with him was the easy part. Enticing him to share sensitive information took more finesse. But during all those steamy nights together I learned enough to take down his family. Too bad I fell in love with him, too. I ended up with a choice: My job or the man I loved. But maybe what I decided wouldn't matter. Because once Marco realized who I was and how I'd deceived him, he'd have a choice to make as well. To let me live… or kill me to prove his loyalty to his family. Nobody ever said life was fair.
