He was my protector. My savior. He would have done anything for me. Now he's a criminal, and he's taken everything. He's my stepbrother and I hate him. I'm homeless, jobless, desperate. And I had to come crawling back. To him. Bad enough my college money went to post his bail, now I have to work in the same, seedy bar he deals out of, too, just to get by? And listen to him with girl after girl, night after night, while he walks around all shirtless and sexy during the day? I'm going crazy--wanting him. I know I shouldn't. Maybe he was once my Prince Charming, but now he's just a big, tattooed, pierced, cocky prick. Problem is, even though he cut contact with me two years ago, I couldn't turn off the feeling I had for him. He's back, and my feelings are back too. Now he's in trouble, with his gang, with the law. And me... I'm in trouble, too.