Bronson

With a man like Bronson, there are only two options: end up dead or desperately in love.

BRONSON
The dumbest thing I’ve ever done—and I’ve done a lot of stupid crap—is to go check out this boy whose only mission is to save unwanted and wounded animals.

I’m a wounded animal.

A killer for the O’Sullivan mafia, I’m a man who takes what he wants then walks away without looking back.

I don’t want to feel, connect or—god friggin’ forbid—fall in love. Especially not with Jesse Dahl. He’s too young, too innocent, too good.

My filthy secrets can never be known, and I don’t give a damn how beautifully vulnerable Jesse is.

Or so I tell myself.

JESSE
Bronson Cruz is blond. He’s beautiful. He’s brutal.

And no matter how hard I try, I just can’t shake him. I shouldn’t give in. This is stupid. He’s sooo gorgeous.

He’s not a good guy. Except he is to me.

I know I’ll get hurt because of him. It’s written on his face, in his body he gives me, and his heart that he denies me.

Secrets kill.

And his could end me.

In fact, they probably will.