On His Six

Ryker
Put me in a room full of armed hostiles, and my Special Forces training will get me through. I know how to plan an extraction, survive a firefight, and keep moving when my body wants to give out.
The scars are impossible to hide. The pain isn’t. I bury it under silence, one-word answers, and a reputation as the grumpiest bastard alive.
Then a green-eyed redhead asks me to prove her brother was murdered by a Russian drug czar. Before I can say no, the bratva comes for her. Now, I’ll stop at nothing to take them down. Wanting her was never the mission, but keeping my distance is the one plan I can’t stick to.

Wren
Ryker’s huge, scarred, and scary as hell. But he pins me with those mesmerizing, multi-color eyes, and I catch a glimpse of the man beneath the armor. Asking for his help is easy. Surviving a kidnapping attempt outside my apartment is harder. My hacking skills won’t keep me safe, and good fudging luck finding anyone else capable and cocky enough to go up against the bratva.
An abandoned house outside St. Petersburg is a terrible place to catch feelings. But soon, we’re sharing a sleeping bag, and debating whether to bring in the rest of Ryker’s K&R team.
I think I’m falling in love with him. But before I say the words, we need to get out of Russia. Alive.