Dove, that’s what he called me.
Being the daughter of one of the most notorious crime families in Texas, it always put my life in danger. I never thought much of it, knowing my father would protect me.
Sitting around a table, cards in one hand and a drink in another. My father was dealt a bad hand. That’s when my world came tumbling down. It was time for Damon to collect. And this time he was collecting me.
I hated my father for letting me go, and not putting a bullet right between Damon’s eyes right then and there.
He was weak.
But everyone has a weak link.
I was Damon’s.
And he was mine.