He swore he never met her father. He is lying.
Josie Hale counts everything. Stairs. Seconds. The money she still owes for her dead father’s debt.
One night at work, she finds a fake company hiding in the books of a shipping terminal. The same company is written in her father’s last ledger.
By midnight, she is sitting across from Lev Morozov.
He is forty-five. The Pakhan of the Russian mafia in Chicago. Cold. Dangerous. He knows her name, her debt, and the street she lives on.
He wants her help. Ninety days to find the thief stealing from him. In return, he will keep her safe.
Josie says yes, but with rules. He must ask before he touches her. He must never lie to her.
Lev agrees. Then he locks a folder in his desk with her father’s name on it.
She is twenty-six. He is nineteen years older, and he looks at her like she is the only clean thing he has ever seen. He would burn the whole city down for her.
But someone close to him is a traitor. A ship is coming in the storm. And the truth about her father’s death could cost her the only man she has ever wanted.
What did Lev say that night?
And can she love a king who already knows the answer?
