I’m her worst nightmare come to life.
She didn’t ask for my protection, but when a hailstorm of bullets lands her father in the hospital, I’m the only hope she’s got.
Sure, the job pays. But I didn’t fight my way to the top to be some glorified babysitter.
At least, that was what I thought before I saw her.
The second I saw Dakota, the second I felt her curves, I knew she was going to be mine. It’s been one explosive ride since we met, and it won’t stop until one of us gets totally burned.
Trouble is—she thinks I’m here to keep her under wraps, and ever since I took the job, she’s been looking for a way out.
She thinks I’m the bad guy—that I’m out for blood.
She’s got no f***ing clue that I’m the only thing holding the devils back.