I’m not from Venice…I am Venice.
My family runs this city, this country, and everything in it.
So who in the hell does this feisty young foreign girl thing she is?
Mine since the moment I laid eyes on her, that’s what.
She’s as headstrong as she is beautiful and as I prepare to succeed my father as the king of the Italian underworld, I have no doubts I’ve finally found my queen.
But when a rival family tips her off as to exactly what it is we do, she tries to do whatever it takes to get on the next flight back home.
Sorry, bella. Your home is here now, with me. You’re not going anywhere. And no one will ever take you away from me…even if I have to fight to the death to show you just how much we Italians respect our women and honor our families…especially when my family starts and ends…with you.