Saint

Luca Ravello wears his halo like a crown…
New York sees a philanthropist.
The press sees a golden boy.
The governor sees his future mayor.
No one sees the mafia prince pulling every string.
When I met Lily Moore, she was off-limits. The governor’s twenty-year-old daughter. Sweet. Untouched. Everything I should leave alone.
But once I’ve tasted her lips, there’s no turning back.
The governor thinks he can revoke his endorsement, ruin my campaign, and keep her from me.
He’s wrong. I’m not the kind of man who loses.
I’ll scorch this city to the ground before I let her go.
And by the time I’m done, everyone will know…
Saints don’t run this town. Sinners do.