Growing up with four overprotective brothers was chaos. Moving to Chicago for college? Freedom. Until I called my brother’s best friend in a crisis. The same guy I crushed on for years. The same guy who kissed me without realizing who I was. We became friends. Then I got drunk, slept with him, and fell hard. He backed off, claiming I was too young, and my brothers would kill him. So, I tried to move on... with someone dangerous. Someone who nearly ended me. Now I’m back home, working at my brothers’ tattoo shop, trying to ignore the man next door who once pushed me away but now won’t stop chasing me. And while I wait to face my attacker in court, who says I asked for it. I’m just trying to survive. What the f#*$ is my life? One kiss wrecked me. I tried to be her friend, fix her laptop, show up for her art, and help her move. She’s my best friend’s little sister. Which means she's off limits. But I wanted her. I had her. Then I walked away. Biggest mistake of my life. I’m done hiding. Her brothers can beat me bloody. I’ll take it. Because I’m not letting her go again.