MARGARITA
I save lives for men who cannot afford to be seen in hospitals. No names. No questions. No attachments.
Then Damon Locke arrives bleeding onto my operating table with a gun against my thigh and an order that changes everything:
save him, or die with him.
I should have let the monster bleed.
Instead, I save his life… and Damon decides that means mine belongs to him. He drags me from my hidden clinic into a brutal empire of concrete, guns, and blood, where locked doors are meant to keep me in and every man knows better than to touch what Damon has claimed.
I hate his control. I hate the way he watches me. I hate that every forbidden touch makes it harder to remember why I should be running.
Because beneath the fear is something far more dangerous.
I am beginning to want the cage.
DAMON
Margarita
Brooks put her hands inside my body and pulled death out of me.
That was her first mistake.
The second was looking at me like I was something she could survive.
She is sharp, defiant, and far too comfortable with blood for a woman who insists she is innocent.
I should use her and forget her. Instead, I lock her inside my world and discover that possessing her isn’t enough.
I want every breath. Every secret. Every sinful part of her she keeps pretending doesn’t exist.
My enemies think she is my weakness.
They don’t understand.
Touch my doctor, and I will turn this entire city into a graveyard.
