One night. One party. One mistake, What he thought was going to ruin his life... Seemed to have been the opposite... When all your life you've been used to people lying and decieving you... How do you learn to trust those around? And when the person you care about the most, has become the target to your enemies... What would you do to protect them? One thing's for sure.... They don't call him Danger for nothing...

Meine Mutter hatte mich immer vor den rauchenden Bad Boys mit Lederjacke und verführerischem Charm gewarnt, doch noch nie vor den respektlosen Bad Girls mit atemberaubendem Lächeln und Farbe an den Händen.

*Warning: this story is highly addictive*

You think it's bad being close to the danger zone.. How about being below it?