Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Can you get anymore cliche? I'd heard that damn phrase my entire life. Most of the time, it was when a woman was mid-orgasm--or, when I was about to take someone's life. You see, we all have our demons. Apparently, my name was mine. Though it didn't help me get my answers any faster. I nodded when I was supposed to. I smirked when I needed to. I complimented when the timing was right. Then... I'd send them to hell after giving them nothing but heaven. I should've felt guilt. I didn't. Because I was good at what I did. Making people believe what I wanted them to was an art I perfected. In a world where nothing mattered but staying at the top, I made sure no one slipped through my fingers. Except for her. She was gorgeous. One might say she was the female version of me. I lost her once. I wouldn't lose twice. Now was the time... To let the games begin. MAFIA CASANOVA: Full length Standalone Romantic Suspense Novel