We were supposed to be strangers.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing.
Now the mob wants me to be her bodyguard, and make sure no one touches her.
The Marines taught me to fight and to be a man. But life as an enforcer for the mob taught me to get my hands dirty. There’s no job too rough for me. That is, until I meet the new assignment.
Fiery red hair, sweet curves that melt me, and a sass that makes my blood run hot. I’m supposed to be Quinn’s bodyguard. The only problem?
We’ve met before.
Oh, we’ve met alright – one night, no names, nothing held back, when I claimed her as my own. Rough, hard – exactly how she wanted it. Her hair wrapped around my fist and her moans etched across my brain.
My boss, the vicious head of the Moretti crime family, thinks she’s his. He thinks he can lock her away in some tower like a little bird in a glass cage and claim her as his own.
He’s about to learn how wrong he is.
Because Quinn might be beholden to him, but she belongs to me. I’ll guard that body alright, and I’ll burn down heaven and hell to make sure they all know that she’s mine.