𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗮

I’m no thief with a heart of gold. I steal from the rich and give to myself to make ends meet. One day I’ll have enough to get the hell out of New Orleans to start fresh, away from the memories of everything I’ve lost.

𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸-𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝘁, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁. 

I should have walked away that night and never thought about him again. But I didn’t. 

When I discovered he has ties to the one person I hate for taking everything from me, maybe I shouldn’t have run. 

But I did.

𝗖𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻

Our enemies are six feet under, and Boston is ours. 

At least that’s what we thought. 

A rival organization has decided to pick up where they left off, and I refuse to watch it happen again. They think our rules don’t apply to them. They’re dead wrong. Now, I’m in New Orleans to find them, and cut them off at the knees.

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻. 𝗨𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗱-𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀. 

𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁. 

I should have put her captivating green eyes out of my mind and focused on taking down another deadly criminal organization. But I didn’t. 

Then she ran, and I told myself I’d never see her again. But I did.

When she crashes back into my life, I should walk away. 

But I can’t.

They found her. They know who she is. 

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.