A queen. With veins full of venom and a heart full of ice.
A queen who will no longer bow down, but have everyone else kneeling at her feet.
The games are over.
I can’t leave now.
The malevolence has only begun.
Gianna Ricci is no more.
But Gianna Nicotera is here, and she is hungry for a massacre.
The boss thinks he’s safe, but he’s far from it. I have accepted, but that doesn’t make him a winner. I will own that man. I will make him do things for me he never thought he would do for a woman. And as soon as he’s comfortable—as soon as I see he has fallen for me—I will end him. The most wanted man in the world will be dead.
I will be free.
And he will be nothing.
The fangs. The claws. The rage.
Passion or venom? And you ask me what my choice is?
The venom.
Every. single. fucking. ounce of it.