Leo Cavanagh lost his husband less than a month ago. A brutal murder I helped cover up for the Morozov Bratva. That should’ve been the end of it.
Instead, I watch him. Wait for the moment he looks at me and doesn’t see a monster.
When he finally gives me a chance, I take it. And for the first time, I give someone everything—my heart, my body… my soul. But nothing about Leo is simple.
Everyone thinks he’s using me. I say his feelings are real. But even if they aren’t, it’s already too late, because he is mine.
