Maybe I'm dark, deadly and decadent. I fought my way out of hell. Now I fight for pleasure. I answer to no one, I trust no one. I need no one but my brothers. The O'Shea brothers are on a mission and not even Satan himself dares cross our path. But she did. Sauntering right into my life, switching that delectable behind that was just begging from for me to lay my hand across it. Hard. I want her. Begging and screaming my name and only my name-Shannon O'Shea. Hell itself will tremble if anyone gets in my way.