I make the rules now. Gone are the ravaged days of street living and fighting to survive. Now I fight, bare knuckled for the fun of it. Paddy O'Shea, my father thought he'd toughen me up.
He thought he made me ready to fight his battles, or worse, fight my brothers.
Wrong —He's the bastard we all fight against.
Nothing or no one gets in my way—ever. Until she walked through my door—and blew my fucking world upside down. Now I'm fighting again, only this time it's not with my fists, but with a heart I want to own and a soul I want to merge with.
She doesn't know it yet, but nobody walks away from an O'Shea.
Yeah, this is one battle I can't lose.