Wrecked by Brook Wilder

She was the good girl, and I was the bad boy who wrecked her.
I never expected my path to cross with hers again.
Love and forget was my motto. Burning bridges my MO.
… but that was before Sydney.
We shared one night together, and then I never heard from her again.
I told myself that was for the best: she was the good girl, and I was the bad boy who destroyed her reputation.
I had other things to worry about—making my way up through the Desert Horsemen, keeping the cartel out of our business, and doing my best to forget all about the one woman that I never could.
Just when I thought I’d succeeded, she came screaming back into my life.
The years have changed her.
She’s no longer the innocent girl I remember—but something else entirely.
From the hard curve of her lips, to the soft curves of her body.
I know I owe her an apology for what I did to her.
But she’s not after my apology.
She’s after something else—something that could destroy everything in my world.
She has no idea how much danger she’s putting herself in.
I’m the only one who can stop her.
And whether she likes it or not, I’m the only one who can save her.
Even if it means I have to wreck her again.