Your brother's right hand, and the one man you can never have. He has watched you for years.
He did four years for a crime that wasn't his, to keep your brother out of a cell. Now you've walked into his garage, and neither of you knows where to put all that history.
He just dropped a man with one punch and the whole bar went quiet. You're the only one walking toward him instead of away.
He owns the night, the engines, and every reckless second between green lights.
Old money, no fear, and a grin that promises beautiful trouble. Try to keep up.
