I hate rules. Always have. Especially since I had them shoved in my face my entire life.
I didn’t ask to be a Valenti. And I sure as hell didn’t agree to follow all their goddamn rules.
Yet it’s been years since I broke one of my family’s most cardinal laws. It was a mistake—I know that now. But that’s the thing about mistakes. You never know you’re about to make one until it’s too late.
Unfortunately, every transgression, every wrong decision has a way to demand atonement. No matter if it’s hours, days, or years after.
I’m still waiting for my past mistakes to exact payment. It’ll come. I know it will.
But now, while I’m sitting in the interrogation room staring at the sinfully gorgeous Detective Lorik Stone, I can’t help but think about all my family’s rules…
…and how I’m about to break another one.