Caelan Finnigan is mine.
Just because she’s technically a clubwh*re, and I haven’t claimed her as my ol’ lady, doesn’t change a thing. She’s been mine since she was twenty-three, she just didn’t realize it.
Even though I swore I’d never take an ol’ lady, things are changing. I’m changing. Watching my sister getting married, my older brother having a baby– I want all that.
And I don’t want it with anyone but Caelan.
It’s taken me years to buck up the courage to tell her, and I do– at my sister’s wedding.
And then my past and actions as an Enforcer come back to bite me in the a**, taking away the only thing that means a damn– her.
One gun shot changes everything. Just because they didn’t kill Caelan, doesn’t mean they didn’t take her from me. After waking from a coma, she has no idea who she is . . . she doesn’t know who I am.
She remembers nothing about us. Not my love for her, not our history, not how tight she holds my f**king soul in the palm of her hand.
I’m going to find the shooter, and then I’m going to bathe in their blood . . . but, all that won’t ensure that Caelan ends up mine.
No. Now, I also have to make her fall in love with me all over again.