Wild Pitch

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On Opening Day I struck out the side and became the most expensive mistake in Miami.

I didn't know the game was bought. I didn't know two crime families had eleven million dollars riding on me losing it. I just knew I'd finally made the big leagues, and I was going to pitch like my life depended on it.

Now it does.

The man who bought the game is the coldest thing I've ever seen. Tattoos to the wrist. Eyes like the deep end of a pool. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't have to.

To keep me breathing, he made a bet his world can't break. My life, on my team, all the way to October. Until then, I live in his house.

They say he's never kissed anyone. They say he doesn't want anything.

Then why does he stand at his window every morning while I swim?

He bet everything he has on my arm. I'm going to make him want the rest of me.

ARKAD

I don't sit in suites. I don't kiss. I don't want.

And I don't lose eleven million dollars to a rookie who grins at me while I'm crushing his hand.

He should be at the bottom of the bay by now. Instead he's sitting on my kitchen counter at midnight in my shirt, eating cereal. My dogs sleep on his bed. My men laugh at his jokes. He calls me Boss like it's a dare.

I've never wanted a man in my life. I'm not going to start with this one.

But my whole family wants him dead, and I'm the only thing standing in the way. And there's a reason I kept him alive that first night, one I've never told a living soul.

If he ever finds out what it is, he'll never forgive me.

Nobody touches him. Not my enemies. Not my blood. Not even me.

This is the first book in The Pitch Black Series. Reading order:

Wild Pitch.

Dirty Pitch.

Perfect Pitch.