During my days with the NFL, it was a running joke to call me Snow White instead of Snowden because, unlike the fairy tale, I wasn’t the fairest of them all. I was grumpy, scarred, and hardened by a life in organized crime working for the Dark Trinity syndicate. I didn’t belong in the world of polished lies and trust fund babies. I belonged to the hunt. But then she came. My Snow Queen. Icis was beautiful black ice with lips like frozen sin and a chilly gaze that could carv