Mia

Sometimes people come into your world and wreak havoc. They leave a mark that can't be removed. That mark for me was Drake Volkov. I didn't know my introduction to the New York art world would begin with a sexy as hell stranger at a masquerade ball. Everything about this guy screamed sex and danger, and I knew I should run in the opposite direction. It didn't help that he was the man my brother asked me to keep an eye on. Why? I had no idea--just another perk of having a brother in the priv...