Three weeks into working for Maxim Kuznetsov, I already know my new boss owns the Chicago docks, the shipyard, and a reputation as the most dangerous man in the city.
A cup of gas station coffee still ends up down the front of his suit, and he does not flinch.
He pulls me back before I hit the pavement, wrecks a three-thousand-dollar suit to do it, and keeps hold of me until the bleeding stops, insisting that nothing he does is accidental.
Distance would be the smart choice, yet I fall for the man who runs half the coastline and answers to no one.
Then his enemies come for the terminal and for me.
I am pregnant with his child now, hiding a secret that could get us both killed while his rivals close in from every side he swore to protect me from.
