My world is about restoring the old and bringing it back to life. Antiquities. Old Relics.They all have a story to tell, and my family has been helping tell those stories for generations. It's why we are old money. When I catch a man trying to steal one of my prized pieces, the fury buried inside of me comes to life. I'll press him to the fire for everything he's got, but he doesn't have much. Only a daughter. Funny enough, I need an accountant, and she'll do just fine. But the first time I see her, I feel like a pawn in my own game. Her innocence suffocates me, calls to the deepest part of me, the part that needs to own her. To be her first. Her last. Her only. I've not loved or lusted in a long time, but there's something about her. Whether I want her to or not - she's causing my blood to burn. I'll never give her back. Not even when the debt is paid. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~Weston