Taken

The first time I laid eyes on him, I was working the bar in a seedy nightclub.

Sitting there wrapped in his tailored suit with his legs spread like he owned the ground beneath my feet, I knew he was trouble.

I thought he wanted to buy me. I was relieved when he didn't.

But I underestimated Julian Rinaldi. He doesn't buy girls. He doesn't need to.

When Julian decides he wants something -- he takes it. Arrogant. Possessive. Lethal. Deadly.

Out of his goddamn mind.

And now? Now I fear I may be just as mad as he is.