I bought her body. But she kidnapped my heart.
I’m a Byrne. Boston’s in my blood. It’s my city – and that goes for everything in it. Even Casey: a good girl trapped in a very bad place. I was supposed to be casing the Morello joint, but I ended up tasting her pinks. One kiss, and I was hooked. One night and I knew I had to have her. She can protest all she wants, but when she presses her curves against me, her moans tell a different story.
I could leave her to die. I should leave her to die. She made her bed, but I want to lie in it. Fifteen grand’s nothing to me – but to Casey?
It’s a lifetime.
And all I want in return for wiping her debt clean is four months. Four months to own her mind, her body, and her soul. Four months to coax sweet submission from those pouting lips.
Apparently someone didn’t get the message. They didn’t hear she’s mine. But they’ll find out…
When you cross the devil, you Byrne.