They call me The Scorpion because I’m fast, lethal, and I pack plenty of heat.
My boss swore kidnapping the accountant’s daughter would be quick and easy. Just find Tessa at the wedding, stuff her into a car and let someone else drive her off.
Not dance with her all night. Not beat up the driver for being drunk. Not take her to the safe house yourself.
The only thing more dangerous than doing my job is not doing my job. But for her?
Sign me the fuck up.
Here’s a tip: if a tall, impossibly sexy man starts flirting with you at your friend’s wedding, run the other way.
Don’t flirt back. Don’t dance with him, and absolutely do not fool around with him, no matter how much you want to.
Otherwise, you might get kidnapped by an arrogant, swaggering, cocky jerk who thinks he’s God’s gift to women. One who also happens to work for a powerful Mexican cartel… a.k.a. your father’s former bosses.
You might wind up stuck together in a safe house, deep in the desert.
Worst of all, you might find out he’s cocky for one really good reason – and you might like it.
Whatever you do, don’t fall in love.