I stole a dog.
But, I had a very good reason to.
He was a lonely, neglected guard dog in an illegal chop shop, so I stole him and we went on the run.
We ended up in the Greene Mountains where we made a new life.
The dog was happy, I was happy, it was great.
But then our old life caught up to us…
The criminals came to claim what was theirs and to punish me in the process.
I had no choice but to go to the cops.
I was looking for some protection, but instead, I found a protector.
Emmanuel Rush.
The biggest, baddest, most protective mountain man I’d ever seen.
He’s exactly what I needed.
In more ways than one.
It only took one look for him to tell me I’m his.
That no one will ever hurt me again.
And it only took one look for me to believe him.
