We’re not lovers. We’re waging a war. ICE PICK I buried my sister after a trafficking ring tore her life apart. Now another woman’s on my doorstep. She's bleeding, being hunted by a common enemy, and dragging danger behind her like a fuse on a powder keg. Ava Langley’s a reporter. She has a sharp tongue. And an even sharper mind. She is all the wrong kinds of trouble. She talks too much. She flinches when she thinks I’m not looking. She’s a liability. A distraction. A trigger I don’t need. But when my past comes back wrapped in gunmetal and lies… She’s the only one who understands the rage in my chest. And I’m the only one willing to unleash hell to keep her breathing. AVA I was chasing the truth, that is until it chased me back. Now I’m hiding behind enemy lines. The Saint’s Outlaws are the only ones I know that hate the Reapers more than I do. So now I’m sleeping under the same roof as a man I once tried to expose. Ice Pick is brutal. He’s controlled. He’s cold. He terrifies me. But he’s also the only one who hasn’t tried to break me. The Reapers want me dead. The cops won’t help. So I’m trusting the devil I know and praying he doesn’t burn me alive. They’re hunting me. He’s protecting me. And somewhere between blood, bullets, and blistering heat… We stopped being enemies. Now we’re a threat.