Una I’m an assassin of the Bratva, raised and trained to be strong, to be a cold killer. But even I have a weakness, and Nero Verdi will regret using it against me. He’s my enemy, so why do I get such a thrill when his fingers wrap around my throat? Why am I addicted to the brutality of his touch? Nero They call her The Kiss of Death, and I have the one thing she wants above all else. She’s nothing more than a weapon, a pawn to put me at the top of the New York mafia, and yet I find myself wanting to dance with death, to possess her. I crave the kiss of her blade just as much as her lips. And that might just get me killed. A game of power. An obsession that would see the world burn at their feet. A bloodied king. A broken queen. Kill me or kiss me?