Once upon a time, I saved a boy from certain death. Fell for him so hard that I’d follow him straight to the gates of Hell, and say thank you for it. But the problem with being hopelessly in love with Kirill Volkov is that he won’t ever love me back. On paper, we shouldn’t even be friends. He’s the grump to my sunshine, he hates to be touched while I’m touch-starved. Most of all, I’m the prince to a mafia kingdom and he’s one of my father’s soldiers. And everyone knows that the Russian Bratva is a graveyard where all good things go to die. Day by day, the Kirill I love slips further and further away. Now, when I look in his midnight-black eyes, only a stone-cold killer stares back. That’s okay, though. There isn’t anything I won’t do to make him mine… Even if it means that I’ll need to kiss a villain.