He was a vision of power and privilege. 
Ruthless arrogance personified. 
A total stranger and an irresistible challenge. 

I approached him in a busy casino and felt the sting of his brutal rejection.  
Then I did something incredibly brazen. Impulsive. Reckless. 

I stole from him. 

The object was inconsequential, only worth a handful of dollars. 
I didn’t do it for the money; it was about making a statement. 

I went back home thousands of miles away without giving him a second thought until I spotted those quicksilver eyes glaring at me across a busy nightclub. 

It was too impossible to be a coincidence. 
Yet, there he was, seething with a violent promise of retribution. 

He thought he’d intimidate me. 
Hunt me down and make me pay. 
What he didn’t realize was I don’t scare easily. 

My name is Giada Genovese, and I’m a goddamn mafia princess.