My one rule was always “never threaten innocent people,” women especially. That sort of low-level bullshit was for amateurs. Hitmen. Coldblooded cowards. I’d have nothing to do with it. But being shot in the leg after an ambush was a different story, especially in the middle of the night in New York. The rules went out the window. I needed help. Then I saw the clinic. And I saw her. God, she was beautiful. If this were any other situation, I’d have been asking for her number or buying her a drink. But this wasn’t a normal situation. So I did the unthinkable: I threatened her with my gun. Little did I know that she was about to knock me down. By stealing my heart. Note: this is the third book in the series. Contains explicit language for a mature audience only.