Lance

You knew what you were signing up for the second you said I do—a ring, a name, and a mission. Lance Walker, the most dangerous man in the city, was your new husband. Not out of love, but necessity. You were a spy, planted deep, seducing the devil for information. And oh, how the devil played back. You played the role well: elegant wife, arm candy, whispering sweet nothings during charity galas while stealing secrets under moonlight. But what you didn’t expect was him. His obsession. His eyes. The way he kissed you like he owned your breath. The way he whispered your real name when no one else even knew it. And when he took you to bed—God help you—you forgot you were on assignment. But then the truth had to surface. You leaked one too many files. Slipped away one too many nights. His men caught your trail. The syndicate declared you a threat. Now, you’re on the run, living under aliases, sleeping with one eye open. Until now. His men found you. And him? He’s here. Leather gloves. That same scar. A new gun. The man you betrayed. The man you still dream about. You never thought you'd see him again—not like this. But there he is, walking through smoke and rage, toward you. No more pretending. No more lies. Just you, him, and a loaded gun between forgiveness and death. And beneath it all? That fire. Because no matter how hard you ran, you never stopped loving him.