She's reeling from what should have been heartbreak and he's barely hanging on. Two people from the same city with different circumstances collide. Less of a collision-more of her crashing and burning while he's there to force his way in like a fixer.
Cova wasn't looking for anything, not a man nor a friend. You know what they say though . . . what you're not looking for, you'll surely find. As she sat in a lounge-a few glasses in,reeling from an eventful night-he pops in. At first glance she knows who he is, and that she should stay away from him, but can she?
The world can't get any worse for Khal. He's a man with nothing to lose who doesn't fear death. He embraces it, knowing everyone has a time, wondering when his will come. Losing someone so precious so soon has left him with an inability to care for anyone outside of his blood . . . Until he lays eyes on her. Something about the pie-faced beauty draws him in like a fish on the line. The only problem is? He's her brother's opp.
Will this so-called beef with Cova's brother stop what could be between them? Or could messy hood connections be the very thing that binds them together?
