She operates within the law. He operates in the shadows. Together, they are judge, jury, and executioner. Kingston Hargrave is the ghost of the Fontana empire. Rescued from the streets and raised by Philadelphia's most powerful crime family, he serves as their lethal enforcer. He is a man of few words and violent action, his body a map of scars that he keeps hidden from the world. He believes he is a monster, a weapon to be pointed and fired, unworthy of the light. Until she catches him leaving the scene of a crime.

Defense attorney Cierra Rodgers has lost faith in the system. She knows the law is a net with holes too big for the worst kind of predators. When she walks into a police holding cell to drop a client and finds him hanging from the rafters-a staged suicide by Kingston's hand-she doesn't scream. She doesn't run. She feels a rush of dark satisfaction. Drawn to the silent, terrifying man who delivers the justice a courtroom cannot, Cierra steps voluntarily into the Fontana underworld. But when a corrupt District Attorney targets her to get to the family, she needs protection only Kingston can provide. He expects her to be repulsed by his brutal history and the jagged scars on his skin.

Instead, she traces them with reverence. She doesn't want to fix him; she wants to sin with him. Now, the lines between the law and the streets are blurring. Kingston will burn the city to ash to keep her safe, but Cierra isn't a damsel in distress waiting to be saved. She's the woman standing beside him with a loaded gun.