bGrief is the price we pay for love...b pMy name is Lorenzo Moretti. Born to be head of the Cosa Nostra, except that I chose love over my birthright. pOn our wedding day, my father cursed our union, swearing on his own blood that my wife and I would never live out our days in happiness. pI guess he was right, because fate stole her from me and I'm left to live an empty life without her, with a shattered heart and only half a soul. pOn the day my wife died, I swore I'd never love anyone like that again, and it's a promise I kept for two years. pA promise I kept until her... pShe sauntered into my life wearing a dress the color of sunshine and with nothing else but an old Mustang and a smile. Beaten and bruised and seeking refuge behind my family's walls. But I'm no white knight looking for redemption, and she's sure no damsel in distress. pShe's annoying as hell. With no filter and an eternally sunny disposition. She says whatever's on her mind, no matter how poorly judged it might be.