Growing up in a military household I only had my brother to depend on. Father was always out for months at a time, and mommy dearest would rather do anything else than to be a real mother. So, I took care of my little brother.I made sure he had food and school lunch and just about anything he needed. And when I turned 17, got my first job, I started to get him things he wanted. I got him a game system, I got him books and a laptop. I took care of him.Then he turned into a Marine jar head just like our father. But he was still my little brother. But since he was in the Middle East... I had no one. No friends, no family, and certainly no love.Until I come across a moody biker hottie, Lucien, that apparently can't seem to leave me alone.All I had meant to do was talk up the babe in the damn coffee shop. She was always here. Always making the coffee. Never actually talking to the people.Then came the gun and the threats. I stepped up, I took the asshat down. But not before he called the owner, Jackie, by name, trying to kill her. It wasn't a robbery, it was a targeted kill.Was my damn luck that the honey I wanted to get to know turned out to be the owner that had a gun in her face, and for some reason, I had a feeling that it wasn't the first time she had one pointed at her.Bastard got away after she decided to hit him over the head and missed and hit me. So now... I am her very personal body guard.
