I would’ve died for my stepbrother, and I almost did…
As teenagers, Max and I were inseparable. We had to be if we wanted to survive the wrath of our crazy, abusive father. Our bond was unbreakable, until it wasn’t.
Because I left Max… the only person I’d ever really given two f*cks about.
What does that say about me?
All I could do was make money hand over fist to distract myself. Build an empire.
And it worked, sort of…
But when Max’s mom died, I had to come back for the funeral. I may be an as*hole, but I’m not a demon.
Or so I thought…
Because the second I return home for a couple of days, and I see Max all muscled and grown up, only with that same boyish, innocent look in his eyes, I don’t know what to think anymore.
As wrong as this sounds, I want him a thousand times more than I ever wanted him before.
And yet, I know that the only thing I can do to keep him truly safe is to leave him and this town before either one of us gets even a little taste of each other.