She used to tuck me in. Now she's slinging shots in a Vegas strip club — and I just came home from war to find out.
Ten years ago, Lola Quinn was the fearless fifteenyearold who promised to protect me. Ten years later, I walk off a plane as a decorated Ghost Squadron operative — bullet scars, Broken Arrow tattoo, a general still begging me to come back — and the first thing I see is my "big sister" leaning on a stranger's supercar in a dress that could stop traffic.
She says she's just a waitress. She lies.
By midnight I'm mopping floors in a casino. By 2 a.m. I'm beating an Iron Serpent half to death for calling her his. By sunrise, her psycho ex has gunmen outside her door, a mob boss wants my head, and a stranger named Roxanne wants to "measure" me for a job I didn't apply for. Her two roommates? One tried to buy me by the hour the second I stepped out of the shower.
Lola thinks she's protecting me. She has no idea the quiet janitor she pities commands a private army, owns half the city's shadows, and would burn Vegas to the ground before letting one more man lay a finger on her.
They'll come for her — the gangsters, the dirty cops, the spoiled Sinclair heir, the mercenaries with price tags on my head. They'll frame me. They'll cuff me. They'll point guns at the woman who raised me.
Then I'll take my shirt off. And the whole city will remember exactly who I am.
One soldier. One secret. Three gorgeous roommates who refuse to behave. A babysitter who went wild in Vegas — and
