Dreams Of My Boyfriend’s Brother

I took fifty thousand dollars to play arm candy for Cole Rossi — youngest son of the city's most powerful crime family. A transaction. Clean and simple. Enough to keep my mother alive another year. I was good at surviving. What I wasn't prepared for was Lorenzo Rossi.

The moment he turned around, I recognized him. Not from a photograph. Not from a file. From six months of dreams I couldn't explain and couldn't stop having. He recognized me too. He just already knew my name.