I abandoned my violent past.

Babysitting a stuck up actress is a lot safer than doing desert runs for the mob. Back then, I always had to wonder when I was next. So How did hiding in a posh hotel room become the hardest thing I’ve ever done?

Because she’s driving me wild.

The longer we're holed up together, the stronger she fans the flame of desire within me.

My past haunts me like a specter.

Hollywood's secrets threaten to expose my own to the only woman I've ever cared about.

I’ll never let them take her.