Wolf shifter Connor Maxim is a law-abiding citizen. His motto: Keep the peace. Protect the Pack. His firm, Maxim Securities, had been created for this purpose. His honor will be tested when he’s called to deliver on his vows.
The homicide rate escalates to an all-time high on Pack territory, and all evidence points to two prevalent wolf Packs: the Caedmon and the Arnou. The Feds give the leaders of both Packs an ultimatum, and a three-day deadline. They must find the source of the murders before the Feds intervene.
When a police raid goes awry, Connor’s world collides with that of Antonia Trudeau’s. Under the guise of a striking spitfire of a woman—who happens to be his mate—is a criminal with a healthy rap sheet. He must decide if love is worth more than duty and honor.
Antonia circumvents more than just the laws…she captures Connor’s heart.
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“Would you rather live out on the streets, Antonia?”
Andrew waved his arm behind him to gesture towards a dark alley riddled with trash-filled dumpsters. “Because that cunt of a landlord is this close—” He brought his thumb and pointer finger close together to demonstrate the distance. “—to kicking us out.”
She didn’t know how they’d come to have this argument here. Why had she agreed to come to this place?
“We have two thousand dollars right now. That will cover all of the rent and utilities,” she replied.
Andrew choked on his laughter. “What about food? I don’t know about you, but I’m not eating off the dollar menu all month.”
Her blood boiled as she assessed her twin brother. “What? Are you too good to eat cheaply now? Why don’t you go steal your meals like you always do whether you have money or not?” She shoved past him. “We can make it off the cash we have until next week when we both get paid from our day jobs.”
“It’s not enough.”
Her shoulders slumped. “You said you wouldn’t work for Cobra anymore. You promised me you’d cut all ties to them when we moved here.”
“It’s not that easy to pass up the money. And if I have to choose between eating and starving, guess which one it’s gonna be, sis? If you’re not with me, I’m making this drop alone.”
The statement made her stop in her tracks. She turned around. “No, you’re not. It’s too dangerous. Something bad must have happened recently because cops are swarming in this city like locusts.”
Andrew shrugged. “If we lay low like we always do, everything else will fall into place. It’s just one drop. Like I said, if you’re not in, I can get Chris to do it with me.”
“No.” She shook her head aggressively. “I don’t trust Chris at all. The last time you did a job with him, you ended up being chased by the cops.”
Andrew rolled his eyes. “Are you still on that again? For the last time, he didn’t set me up. He knows me better than that. I don’t play that shit.”
She blew out a sigh of annoyance. “Whatever. I don’t trust him.”
“Well, either it’s you or Chris. What’s it gonna be? I need money fast. Plus, I owe more than just the landlord.”
“You owe more than just the landlord?” she questioned in disbelief and shook her head. “We can’t keep robbing Peter to pay Paul. When will you learn?”
“I’m learning to make a living.” Andrew held his palms upward and his voice grew stern as he tried to drive his point home. “With one assignment like this, I can pay off my debts and take care of a few months of rent in advance so we can get caught up again.”
Antonia bit her bottom lip and her gaze lingered on her brother. Except for their distinctive brow line and matching amber eye color, no one would ever know they were twins. It was like they had two separate fathers or something. Sometimes, she really wondered about that. Not that she would know this for sure, they’d never known their father—or mother. They’d grown up as orphans of the State.
They only had each other.
“We stick together, remember?” Andrew’s eyes pleaded with her and he held out his fist.
Reluctantly, Antonia gave her brother a fist bump, but she had a terrible feeling about this.
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