My new boss. My darkest fantasy. And the man I’m supposed to kill.
With my mother’s medical bills piling up and no other way to pay for her care, I did a stupid thing. I borrowed money from a ruthless criminal whose name I don’t even know.
When he comes looking for repayment and discovers that I don’t have what I owe him, he offers me a bargain. He’ll clear my debt if I do him a favor.
I have to kill a man named Lachlan O’Reilly.
The only problem is, Lachlan won’t be an easy mark. He’s a king of ice, ruling his mafia syndicate from atop a throne of blood.
Cold. Merciless. Brutal.
I should be afraid of him… and yet, as I infiltrate his strip club to try to get close to him, I can’t help the way his dominating presence makes my heart beat faster.
Seducing him is supposed to be a ruse, a chance to get close enough to take him out, but the moment our lips meet, I realize a terrifying truth.
Lachlan O’Reilly isn’t made of ice. He’s made of pure fire.
And he’s about to burn me to the ground.