My life has a use-by date.

But Dante Luciano can use me all he likes...

Most people fight tooth and nail against unfairness.

But my childhood was a masterclass in "life ain't meant to be easy", so I befriended acceptance a long time ago.

It's part of the reason I can seize the moment, escape the inescapable (for now)...jump on a plane to New York and know the only way I'm coming back is in a box.

I should have been terrified when I got caught in the crossfire of the Mob, but when Dante threw his body in front of me, I felt alive for all the right reasons.

Slipping into his life (and his bed sheets) is as easy as breathing.

But Dante hates liars.

So he's going to hate me.