For The Enemies We Love (Bryants & Walker Protection #3)

PROLOGUE

Falling in love with my enemy should’ve been a new low for me.

She was fired from a federal agency for insubordination, seemed to be involved with the most dangerous drug cartel assailing the country, and had a knack for defying logic and common sense.

But there was no ignoring Mia Bryant’s fire. She consumed me like nothing else had ever done—while finding several new ways to drive me crazy .

All I had to do was investigate the cartel and arrest the woman who was taunting me: her. I guess playing with fire was her specialty. Good thing I wasn’t afraid to get burned. But I also wasn’t ready for all that she had to offer.

When I put the handcuffs on her wrists, I didn't expect to be the one ending up tied to her. When I arrested her for the things I believed she’d done, I wasn’t counting on having to fight by her side not only for our beliefs but for our lives.

When I pointed a gun at her, I didn’t know she was the one holding me hostage.

When I got to know the reckless little warrior, I had no idea she was saving my life. From the cartel and a loveless existence.

When I fell in love with the woman who I believed was the enemy, I wasn’t aware I had the power to destroy the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Because while I fell more in love with her, her hatred for me wasn’t what might ruin us.

It was my betrayal.

Ethan Cross was a nuisance. A sexy, nerdy, tattooed, glass-wearing, boy-scout-like nuisance.

The good guy who snatched my job the moment I was canned.

The sexy genius who had the power to both heal and destroy me.

Not that I deserved to be healed. I lost that right at the exact moment it became a necessity: when I killed my brother.

I didn’t deserve to be healed just as much as I didn’t deserve the peace I begrudgingly felt when Ethan was around.

I didn’t deserve his ability to calm the mayhem inside my head.

I didn’t deserve the faith he restored in my heart.

I didn’t deserve to feel loved by Ethan after destroying my family.

I didn’t deserve to feel the balm and happiness he provided without asking for anything in return.

But I also didn’t deserve to have that happiness pulled from under me in the ultimate betrayal.

If I had the choice, I would've asked him to pull the trigger when he threatened me at gunpoint. It would've been less painful than him tearing my heart apart. If you allow me some advice: don’t fall in love with the person you hate.

It brings bad luck.