AUTHOR'S POV:

Tabitha waited outside the largest iron gate of the mansion. She wore a black t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a brown leather jacket over her t-shirt. Not just any jacket, but Damian's jacket. The blissful night had passed, and the depressing morning had come as an indication of their painful separation. She wiped away the lone tear that escaped her eye. She hated mornings because they always separated her from her savior. But they were helpless against the truth of who they were. She was the Mafia princess of the Russians, and he was the second in command of the Italian Mafia. In their world, they were passionate lovers, but in the mafia world, they were enemies.