Micah Hart had learned a few things the first few months of officially dating Damon Romano, a vicious mafioso/ridiculously rich billionaire, infamous throughout New York City for his cut-throat "business" tactics:
1. Damon was soft for nothing and no one . . . except Micah (and maybe his sisters). 2. His domineering tendencies definitely extended to the bedroom. 3. Damon didn't trust him-not completely.
That last one shouldn't have hurt as much as it did. After all, there were bound to be certain obstacles to overcome in a relationship when one person was a mafia don and the other was a police-detective-turned-PI.
Damon keeps Micah far away from anything related to his "work," and Micah allows it . . . at least until a stripper named Ginger waltzes into his struggling detective agency, claiming that her boyfriend-also a stripper-is trying to kill her. Ginger just so happens to work at Lust, the most infamous of a chain of clubs Damon has specifically warned Micah away from.
Taking the job would require him to go undercover at Lust, and he should say no. But Damon is out of town for the weekend. What's the worst that could happen?
