The doctor will see him now...every freaking inch of him. He's gorgeous, cocky, tattooed, and hung like a freaking horse. On paper, he's the dreamboat I've been waiting my whole life for. There's just one teeny, tiny problem: …He's also currently bleeding out from two bullet wounds on my operating table that he's handcuffed to. Yeah. It turns out, my dream guy is a mob hitman on the run. Turns out, he's dangerous, deadly, and has everyone from the FBI to the mob he ran from looking to ask him some questions or put him in the ground. It also turns out, I turn to fucking mush when he looks at me, like I'm already his. It turns out, I can't say no to him, at all. Dangerous, off limits, inappropriate, and completely freaking irresistible. It's my job to save his life. But it might just be his to save mine...