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younger sister.
     
    Liam couldn't even imagine what it must be like to have a brother who was ready to literally snuff out anyone you wanted to date. The girl must be a complete shut-in—cowed and utterly terrified by the mere sight of her powerful sibling. It didn't help that he'd also heard that she wasn't bad on the eyes.
     
    He was sure Darren made her life fucking miserable.
     
    He'd only met the man once—when he'd made the arrangements to prospect after proving his worth by stealing a twenty grand bike from a lot downtown. However, once had been enough. Darren's gleaming blue eyes spoke of a kind of instability that sent anyone with any sense of self-preservation running for the hills.
     
    And starting today, he was going to pledge his life to that man.
     
    The thought simultaneously excited him and made him nauseous. On the one hand, he'd finally have concrete protection from the Black Eagles; on the other, he'd be at the beck and call of someone he strongly suspected was a madman.
     
    It was a fair price to pay—he supposed—to be able to sleep at night.
     
    Drowsily, Liam turned onto his side to take in the sensuous sleeping woman on the pillow next to him. It had to be illegal to look as good as she did the morning after a hot one-nighter. Christ, she looked so scrumptious he was even thinking about frying a few eggs…and maybe some bacon.
     
    Usually, he didn't even take women back to his place. Liam had a bad track record with the opposite sex. Any woman that came into his apartment usually left the next day screaming insults. But, Vicky didn't seem to mind trading inane banter with him. In fact, she seemed to revel in it.
     
    Just like she'd reveled in his tongue exploring the core of the sweetness between her legs.
     
    Damn, he wanted her again already.
     
    Almost as if she sensed what he was thinking, the dark-haired girl beside him opened her eyes slowly, sleepily and stared at him. For a moment, her blank expression had him worried that she had indeed been drunk out of her mind the previous night and didn't remember who he was. But then, she gave him a sultry, half-asleep smile.
     
    “Morning, stranger.”
     
    “Morning yourself.” He chuckled, leaning down to mold his mouth to hers in a lingering kiss. She sighed against his lips, and more than anything he wanted to turn her onto her stomach and fuck her into the headboard; however, as he was a gentleman and she seemed to be only about fifty percent aware of her surroundings, he refrained. “Want some breakfast?”
     
    She gave a low laugh, her gray eyes glowing with mirth. “Oh, wow. I'm sensing that's not usually an offer.”
     
    Christ, she was perceptive; yet, her intuition only made him smile. “Well, no. Not usually, if you must know.”
     
    Stretching leisurely so the sheet fell down below the pert, round globes of her breasts, she gazed up at him. “I like my eggs over easy and my bacon well done.”
     
    Liam hardly heard her. He was too focused on the way her aureoles contrasted with the tanned skin of her bosom.
     
    At his vacant expression, she merely rolled her eyes playfully, sitting up to wrap her arms around him and pull him back down against her, emptying his mind with a single kiss.
     
    It was a while before either of them spoke again, and when they did, it was on the subject of Vicky's incessantly buzzing phone.
     
    While they'd been heatedly going at it, the damn thing must have gone off four or five times, and it was only when they lay sated in each other’s arms once more that Vicky groaned.
     
    “What time is it?”
     
    Liam glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “About ten.”
     
    Almost immediately, Vicky’s face contorted in displeasure. “Shit.” Rising from bed, she padded naked across the room to retrieve her phone from where it was nestled in her purse against the wall. Liam let himself admire the fine lines of her toned behind as she glanced at the caller ID before ignoring the call