Rogue

Five years ago, I was the DeCampo Familia’s most feared enforcer, then they killed me…

Now I’m in hiding, a dead man walking.
All I had to do was keep my head down, live a quiet, normal life.
But normal is a hard thing for a man like me.

I might just have been able to manage it, if trouble hadn’t come looking for me
In the form of a feisty barmaid.
A vixen probably half my age, with long raven hair and a backside that promised all sorts of trouble.
Hot, sweaty, all night long sorts of trouble.
I should have stayed away, but I was hooked from the moment she sashayed through the doors of the bar.
And when a few of the patrons started getting rough with her, the old me was ready to give them a lesson in manners.
However, times have changed. I wasn’t in New York anymore and getting into a bar fight with five guys for her honour wasn’t the way to this girl’s heart or into her pants.

Good thing I’m stubborn, because while her attitude might be frosty, the chemistry between us is hot and I’m not about to let her get away.
So first things first, I need to learn her name.
And just hope my past doesn’t catch up with me
and kill me first...