My first instinct is to warn her off. But when she protests, burning with defiance, I show her in.

Silly Feds for thinking they could keep her safe. I’m more danger than she’s ever known. And now, she’s in my domain.
My club. My rules.

I study her, the way her body sways in perfect rhythm to the slow ballad. My newest obsession is marked off with bright yellow Do Not Enter tape. But as long as I just look with my eyes, no harm, right?

The whiskey burns a line down my throat as I tally up all the ways I’m damned. Because deep down, I know it’s not a question of if Riley will be ruined. It’s when.

Because sweet, little Riley has one client and only one client—me. $4.99 on Kindle.