I only have two options: marry him or die.
Witnessing a murder is terrifying, but what’s even worse is having to marry the man who committed it.
Angelo Bianchi might be an adrenaline chaser, but he is no fool.
He knows I can’t testify against him in court if I marry him, and he knows that I have a daughter to live for.
What he doesn’t know is that he is her father, and he doesn't remember the night we spent three years ago.
Becoming his wife could be my way to distance myself from my family.
If I can ignore the fact that I hate the very sight of him.
The problem is, he can tell that my daughter looks like him, and no amount of angry sex will distract him from the truth.
Too bad we still can’t keep our hands off each other…
I wish my attraction to him had died that night,
but being around him only makes me yearn for one last ride…
