They call me crazy. Sociopath. A monster without a conscience.
I always thought they were right. I don’t back down from anything, and the only thing that can quell the rage in my gut is killing.
Then she walked into my life. The woman who seduced me to steal my Family’s secrets.
I should kill her, but when I look into her eyes, all the monster in me wants is to protect her.
It was supposed to be an easy job: Seduce a ruthlessly handsome man and steal his pen drive while he’s sleeping. Not the worst thing I’ve had to do to while working on the streets, by far.
I didn’t know he was the son of London’s most dangerous crime family—and I didn’t know that looking at the pictures on that goddamn pen drive would make the entire country’s underworld hunt for me.
He’s the only one powerful enough to protect me now, but I’m not sure if that’s what he’s got in mind. I’ve seen what he does to the people who cross him.
He’s a monster.
And now, his sights are set on me.