“Yep.” He shrugs again, giving no shits about it and looks annoyingly arrogant as he throws me that full-charm offensive smile of his. Dimples and all, and I eye-roll at him.

“Why can’t you do the normal things, like chocolates and flowers? … Hitmen, PIs and gifting guns are not romantic, Alexi.” I sigh heavily, sinking back in a dishevelled slouch into the cushions to try and wrap my mind around this insane person next to me. A man who thinks torture and shootouts are the ...