As a Miami nightclub owner, Paolo takes to heart the code a life for a life, as do all the DeLuca's. That code, for Paolo, extends to the people under his employment. But he also has his own personal rules: Don't f**k the help. But it's getting more and more difficult for him to keep his eyes off his sultry and sexy mahogany bartender, Lyric Mason. He doesn't have time for love, not when there is a local gang trying to encroach on his counterfeit business.
Lyric Mason knows about those DeLuca's. Her grandfather warned her not to get entangled with them and her grandmother doted on them. However, paying her way through art school is not up for debate. She does what she has to do, but when Lyric recognizes counterfeit bills filtering through the club, she finds herself in the middle of a storm that brings her up close and personal with the boss. And when he finally makes his presence known, time stands still, and Lyric is ready to throw away everything engrained in her about those DeLuca's away.
Hell breaks loose and heads roll when you mess with Paolo's family.
