The night should have ended with chart notes and a clean set of scrubs.
Instead, Jasira Vass is on the floor of Mercy General, hands buried on a dangerous man’s chest while gunfire rips the hospital apart. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t break. But when the smoke clears, she’s in the sights of the Bratva—and the only thing standing between her and a kill order is the Irish mafia’s most feared enforcer.
Ronan O’Connell.
Lieutenant. Executioner. The man the O’Connell syndicate sends when they want the body count to stay quiet.
Getting her out of Mercy was supposed to be a clean op.
It isn’t.
Now they’re locked down in Rykin Tower, surrounded by enemies, every hallway a kill zone, and every second bleeding toward a fight they might not walk away from.
Jasira knows she’s too close to a man who kills for a living.
Ronan knows he’s already too far gone to let her go.
And when the Bishop’s shadow falls over Boston, both of them learn there’s no such thing as safe in a city built on vengeance.
Inside you’ll find:
Instead, Jasira Vass is on the floor of Mercy General, hands buried on a dangerous man’s chest while gunfire rips the hospital apart. She doesn’t run. She doesn’t break. But when the smoke clears, she’s in the sights of the Bratva—and the only thing standing between her and a kill order is the Irish mafia’s most feared enforcer.
Ronan O’Connell.
Lieutenant. Executioner. The man the O’Connell syndicate sends when they want the body count to stay quiet.
Getting her out of Mercy was supposed to be a clean op.
It isn’t.
Now they’re locked down in Rykin Tower, surrounded by enemies, every hallway a kill zone, and every second bleeding toward a fight they might not walk away from.
Jasira knows she’s too close to a man who kills for a living.
Ronan knows he’s already too far gone to let her go.
And when the Bishop’s shadow falls over Boston, both of them learn there’s no such thing as safe in a city built on vengeance.
Inside you’ll find:
- A Black ER nurse who won’t be treated like collateral
An obsessive Irish enforcer who doesn’t ask—he takes
A tower under siege, four-minute escape windows, and a body count climbing fast
Found family bonds strained under fire
Heat that burns between gunfights, and loyalty that cuts deeper than bullets
Genre: Romance
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