Marco Bianchi. I met him when my world was crashing, raining chaos down on my head. A billionaire bad boy, loan shark and strip club owner, the very definition of society's underbelly in every movie I'd ever watched, he could have chewed me up and spit me out, but he didn't. He stepped in and offered a hand...and when things took a turn for the worst, when he could have taken me for everything I hold dear, instead, he went even further and offered me a quiet port in the storm. He's done so much for me, already. I feel guilty for wanting even more, but I do. I want his heart. Can a simple waitress turned Girl Friday win at this game called love?