My only true talent is f*cking up. How else can I explain making the biggest mistake of my life?
I divorced all six feet four inches of silver fox tattooed manhood that is US Marshall Justin Slade. I mean, look at him, he’s the kind of man who had me coming on every one of his filthy commands. What kind of idiot walks away from a man like that?
This girl, that’s who.
I could blame it on my family. After all, being a bona fide mafia princess to the notorious Boston Bondini family is bound to mess with a girl’s head. Trust me, it’s not all ponies and parties being the only daughter. I crave normality so I became a biologist. Things were going pretty well (outside of the above mentioned clusterf*ck with Slade) until the last two people I was alone with on this remote mountain science station wound up dead.
Now, Slade is here heading up the investigation and I’m his main suspect. I’m not sure if his threats to ride my ass are a threat or a promise.