He's a killer. Bandit. The last person on Earth I would like to be with. I won't lose my head just because he's hot, Irish, and has a terrible accent to boot. He's the only lead in my best friend's disappearance, and I don't trust him. So I have a few rules for myself when I have to dealing with Lachlan Crowe:1. Keep your mind clear and don't get distracted.2. Do what needs to be done and never forget why you are here.3. Never, you hear, never, fall in love with him. And the fourth and last thing? Forget about the rules. Because when it comes to the Irish Mafia, the rules just don't work. It was only supposed to be temporary, but now Lachlan thinks I'm his property. He claims he won't let me go. And I believe him...* * *Lachlan. I don’t know who she is or why she’s here. But if she wants my attention, then she got it. The Russians want her dead, and only I can look after her. This girl is a total nuisance. A distraction that I cannot afford. So why did I decide that she is mine? I claimed her and now there is no turning back. 18+