THE LOST BREED BOOK 8
I’ve never been that great with women.
Wait. Hold up. That’s not necessarily true. I’ve always been good with them physically. But at a certain point, that’s not enough.
And that point is now.
I never thought I would get to a point where I wanted more. But here I am. Single, living alone, and still missing my dead cousin who, if he were still alive, would give me shit for still being single and living alone.
But when I saw her singing along to a song I didn’t know and strumming her fingers on the wheel of her expensive Mercedes, I needed to know more about her. I needed to know her name. How she walked. How her lips looked when she said my name.
I never imagined that one conversation with her would change my entire life—and put me in the crosshairs of a man who has been making her life a living Hell for the last few years.
Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t know who the f*ck I am and what I’m willing to do for the girl who stole my heart the first second I saw her.