Autumn Glass is everything I’m supposed to avoid. She’s soft where I’m lethal. Sweet where I’m ruthless. She doesn’t know my name carries bodies.
Doesn’t know how many men I’ve buried for the Irish Consortium. Doesn’t know I don’t touch things I don’t intend to own. The second my hands are on her, something inside me snaps. Not love.
Something worse. Obsession. Control. Need. I tell myself I can let her walk away. I lie. Getting close to me turns people into collateral damage.
I tried to make sure she wasn’t one of them, but when her stalker gets too close, she becomes a line I will not let anyone cross. I’ll burn the Consortium. The city.
The whole fucking world before I let another man touch what’s mine. Even if saving her ruins her. Even if claiming her turns me into the monster she should’ve run from.
