It was the worst day of my life. I know most people say that about something obviously horrific-a first heartbreak, the discovery of a fatal illness, or the funeral of a loved one-but my situation was a little different. Not only was it my wedding day, but it was also the day I chose to die. Two men. The first, my Master, my captor, and my impossible love. The other, his brother, a mafioso I was meant to ensnare and ruin. If I had any hope of living...