My stepbrother was my protector. My savior. He would have done anything for me. Then I watched him fall into a life of crime and corruption, and I thought I lost him forever. Now he's pulling me into his world and he has me exactly where he wants me. I thought two years without a word would free of my feelings but all it takes is one look and I melt, one touch and I'm craving more. I've been dragged back into his life and pulled back into his arms, and if I want him to save me I'm going to have to save him from himself, no matter what it takes. I love the man he could be and hate the man he's become. He was my hero, once. Now he could be again.