No name, no past—just a bullet scar and her, a soft, full-figured beauty who found me half-dead in the woods.

She's innocent, never been touched, tending my wounds while I wrestle shadows I can't place.

Every touch sparks something dangerous, and I'm craving her like air.

I don't know who I am, but her blush says she's mine and my blank mind hides a brutal truth.

I'm a mob hitman, and my old life's closing in. Thugs crash our quiet, and a Fed's digging too close.

She's never known a man, let alone one like me—rough, older, and deadly.

I should walk away, but I won't. Whatever I was, I'll kill to keep her safe.

She's mine—memory or no memory.