Charlotte I ran from true evil four years ago, and I’ve been running ever since.
I’ve mostly managed to make a new life for myself and my kiddo in Boston, but I’ve always known my past could catch up at any moment.
Chasing around a toddler and working full time at a pheromone clinic for rabid alphas keeps me busy enough that I don’t have too much time to worry about “what-ifs.” At least until the motorcycle club I ran from starts circling.
It goes against every instinct that I have to put my trust in the mafia family that comes to my aid.
I’ve seen what organized crime does to a person—it chews you up and spits you out—but I know when I’m in over my head.
The O’Connor brothers are the only thing standing between me and paying for the sins I committed years ago… The only problem is, I’m not sure they’ll be enough to keep us safe.
