When she was fifteen, she fell in love. When she was sixteen, she married her prince. When she was eighteen, she ran for her life. At twenty-one, Gemma understands that not every fairytale has a happy ending. The man she mistook for a prince is a monster, a lawless mafia thug with no conscience and blood on his hands. If he finds her, she’s dead. If he gets his hands on their son, her little boy will be raised up to follow in his father’s footsteps, and Gemma will die before she lets that happen. Wade can tell there’s something special about Gemma, and something not quite right. When he moves in next door to the beautiful young widow and her son, he tries to dismiss his suspicions. Paranoia is a hazard of his job as a private investigator, but the closer they get, the less he can ignore his nagging hunch. Gemma is on the run, and he’s determined to find out why. The Bellini’s are rich, powerful, and untouchable. It’s only a matter of time before they track her down. Wade thinks he can help, but he has no idea what he’s getting himself into. The last person who tried to help her is dead. She cares about him too much to drag him into the crosshairs.