I'm Carter. I'm a warrior.

A shadow fighter.

The outside world knows me as a shallow billionaire. Jet-setting around the world.

But that's a cover.

My team and I work in the shadows, because that's where our enemies operate.

Our enemy is strong and ruthless. They act on their sick behavior as if it's okay to prey on the weak.

But it's not.

That shit drives me and haunts me. Protecting those who can't protect themselves.

Expose those sick bastards and keep them safe.

That's my mission.

She's sexy and funny and intriguing.

I refuse to think she's part of this world. But then why is she here?

The sexy guy who kissed me and carried me up the stairs suddenly pops up everywhere.

Why?

Why is he suddenly involved in every aspect of my life, involved with the people in my life and why is he always there to protect me?

I hate being weak. I am not weak.

I don't need protection or a knight in shining armor.

So why does it feel good to be protected? Why do I feel like it's okay to be weak in his arms?

And why do I feel like I need and want him in my life?