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.