She's reeling from what should have been heartbreak and he's barely hanging on. Two people from the same city with different circumstances collide. Less of a collision—more of her crashing and burning while he's there to force his way in like a fixer.
Cova wasn't looking for anything, not a man nor a friend. You know what they say though . . . what you're not looking for, you'll surely find. As she sat in a lounge—a few glasses in,reeling from an eventful night—he pops in. At first glance she knows who he is, and that she should stay away from him, but can she?
The world can't get any worse for Khal. He's a man with nothing to lose who doesn't fear death. He embraces it, knowing everyone has a time, wondering when his will come. Losing someone so precious so soon has left him with an inability to care for anyone outside of his blood . . . Until he lays eyes on her. Something about the pie-faced beauty draws him in like a fish on the line. The only problem is? He's her brother's opp.
Will this so-called beef with Cova's brother stop what could be between them? Or could messy hood connections be the very thing that binds them together?
Contains mature themes.