Pretty Little Huntress (The Silent Protectors #13)

To the high-society elite of Chicago, I am the tragic golden orphan.

To the syndicate monsters in the shadows, I am the Huntress.

For twelve years, I played the docile charity girl, hiding the mother-of-pearl blade strapped beneath my couture gowns. One by one, I track down the men who set the fire that burned my family to ash, leaving a single kiss of crimson lipstick across their dying skin.

I had a plan. I had an exit.

Until the mob’s most ruthless cleaner caught me red-handed.

Dante Kross was sent to hunt me down and hand me over to the syndicate bosses. He is six feet and three inches of cold muscle, scarred knuckles, and lethal precision—a man who makes bodies disappear for the monsters I’m hunting. He should have been my executioner.

Instead, he burns the evidence, pockets my crimes, and corners me in a darkened corridor with a deadly bargain: Ledger for ashes.

I feed him syndicate secrets; he buries my blood-soaked tracks.

I hold a stiletto to his throat; he holds my life in his scarred hands.

But the closer we get, the thinner the boundary becomes between survival and obsession.

Dante doesn’t just keep my secrets—he guards my shattered pieces with a terrifying, unyielding devotion, kneeling at my feet, answering my boundaries, and breaking the bones of any man foolish enough to touch my skin.

In a city built on corrupt godfathers and burning houses, loving the man who cleans up the syndicate’s dark might be my most fatal mistake. Because when all the secrets turn to ash, neither of us might survive the fire.