His Passerotta

I didn't know my boss was a criminal. Well, not for certain. I've been crushing on Anthony Gruco for months, but the idealized version of him I'd conjured in my mind doesn't even resemble the Italian mafia capo I meet the night I break into his restaurant. I'm only there to retrieve the phone I left in my locker, but I hear voices in the next room and am stupid enough to listen. By the time I realize it's a mob meeting, it's too late. They catch me, and despite all my newfound knowledge, I still beg Anthony for help. Now I'm in the trunk of his car, wondering one thing. . . What do you do when the man of your dreams might be the villain of your nightmares?