Jhene: I survived the cages. Now I’m at the mercy of a man who breaks bones for a living. Killian Rourke is brutal, foul-mouthed, and terrifying—the Irish Mob’s most feared enforcer.
He didn’t ask to be my protector. And I didn’t ask to be trapped in his world, hiding from the Russians who want me back in chains. My bodyguard thinks I’m just a job. But I’m no one’s victim.
Not anymore. Even if surviving means trusting an Irish brute with my life.
Killian: I break bones. I bury bodies. I don’t do damsels in distress.
Jhene Prince is a stubborn little thing with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue—nothing like the broken girl the news made her out to be. She was supposed to be temporary.
Keep her breathing and keep her alive. Most importantly, keep my hands off her. But she’s in my space, under my skin, blurring lines and making me want things I shouldn’t.
The girl thinks she doesn’t need anyone. But she’ll learn I protect what’s mine. Even if it means going to war with the Bratva.
