Stripping has to be better than living under the control of a ruthless crime lord, right?

I may have hung up my knives, but Lapland is not the fresh start I’d dreamt of. Darkness lurks under the neon lights in the form of the three panty-melting assholes that run the club.

Zander, West and Rocky are exactly the types of dangerous men I’d sworn to avoid.

They want me to play by their rules, but I’m nobody’s puppet. Sexy smirks and inked muscles won’t stop me from getting what I really want. Revenge.

Everyone better watch out because my name is the only sweet thing about me…