There are some things, that should never be done. Like sleeping with a murder suspect. And there are some things that are even worse... Like getting pregnant with his baby.*
"Laced up" might've been a good way to describe me. Shoes shined, shirt crisp, the pride and joy of my city's police force. And I liked my cases the way I wore my uniform: Nice and neat.
But, the world doesn't always work that way. It's messy. Chaotic. Wild.
Just like Maverick Mace.
I said I was proud, he made me beg. I said I was chaste, he made me dirty. I said I was independent, he made me his and his alone.
And, I loved every second of it.
But, if getting involved with a suspect in a mysterious, crime-world murder was bad... Then what happened next was far, far worse.
It's not just myself I've put in trouble. There is also, a baby I can barely, protect, not to mention, a dangerous man I barely, know. And, the killers coming to end us all.
Maverick made me his... And, no one takes what belongs to him.
