Silas

TempestCall me Robin Hood.I’m a grifter. A con artist.I don’t steal from the rich. I take from the worst of the worst, the people who deserve to be hustled.I have two rules - keep moving and never fall in love.I only ever thought about breaking them for one boy. And that boy just walked right back into my life, a ghost from the past. Silas Saint.Now he’s a man. Arrogant and sexy as f**k, he’s sure as hell not the person I fell in love with, a lifetime ago.But when he touches me, it’s enough to make me forget my own name. He makes me want to break all my rules.SilasI’ve been fighting as long as I could remember. Sh**, I think I came out of the womb swinging. I even tried to go legit until trouble sent me out of Las Vegas and back to West Bend.I never expected a different kind of trouble to come waltzing back into my life, all curves and tattoos and sass. Tempest Wilde.Any idea what “tempest” means? A violent f**cking windstorm. That’s s**t I don’t need.I loved her once, a lifetime ago. Before I knew better.Love is for suckers, and I’m sure as hell not a sucker.But the way she looks at me? It makes me want to give her everything I have.