There’s a moment in every man’s life when he senses his downfall. Sees it hurtling straight at him like a goddamn torpedo. Maybe it’s a bad poker bet, a wrong turn in a terrible neighborhood, or one line of coke too many. Mine is a redhead. I advertised for a magician’s assistant and this sweet, little thing walked in the door. But I ain’t no magician. I need my redhead for far more nefarious purposes. Imagine my surprise when she comes along willingly, in need of a protector. And I’m the only man for the job because I will kill to keep her safe…and in my bed where she belongs.