Quiet Chaos

Mecca: Family. Being a member of the Evans family was a blessing and a curse. By the time I was sixteen, I had committed four murders and had been beaten to within an inch of my life. Yet, I had turned out to be the fighter, the one that had been strong enough to survive in a world of chaos.
Set to marry into the Vallin family, the arrangement would strengthen an alliance that could benefit our empires...until our worlds collided and sent death chasing my spirit.

Arjen: 'Loud.' It was the call sign I used when it was time to handle business, and it wasn't because I had a big mouth. As a key member of one of the most notorious crime syndicates in the world, I had more than enough power to have people fall at my feet...until Mecca Evans.

Mecca was the kind of trouble that flirted with death and made it blush. Was this going to be a marriage of convenience, or had I set myself up with a woman that would rip me to shreds and use the pieces as filler for my casket lining?