Stalked by the Scotsman

I thought my right-hand man was crazy when he nearly started a war over a woman. I seriously almost had his hide for it. But one look at his wife's best friend, and I'm willing to let my whole empire go up in ashes if it means the pretty little brunette will be mine. I know what I want, and I never give up, but Liz is just as stubborn as I am, and she wants no part of me or the mafia world. Or so she says. I see the way her breath catches when our eyes meet. I feel the way she trembles when our palms touch and I call her lass.I'll do whatever I have to do to make the pretty little American mine. Even if it means I have to stalk her.