Detective Trick Montgomery is pissed. After three years of intensive undercover work within a mob syndicate, some chump-changed baby-Fed’s promotion requires that he break cover. Why? Because they need information, and the kid needs to prove his worth by bringing in a wise-guy, even if Trick isn’t actually a mobster. So it only makes sense that he’d do a little recon to find out what’s what. A clutch of Feds at a bar, a back-hall fuck for information, what harm would it cause, right? Wrong, because Murphy’s Law is twisted like that. His back-hall fuck, one Agent Nathan Rohn, turns out to be the one all his problems are pinned on. And now Trick has a new problem to add: he wants to go another round with the sexy suit, yet one look into those big brown eyes and Trick just might lose his heart. He knows what he wants, but the choices aren’t always his. So, fend for himself or fuck a Fed? Either choice has him by the balls.