"Laced up" might've been a good way to describe me.

Shoes shined, shirt crisp – the pride and joy of my city's police force.

And I liked my cases the way I wore my uniform:

Nice and neat.

But the world doesn't always work that way.

It's messy.

Chaotic.

Wild.

Just like Maverick Mace.

I said I was proud – he made me beg.

I said I was chaste – he made me dirty.

I said I was independent – he made me his and his alone.

And I loved every second of it.

But if getting involved with a suspect in a mysterious, crime-world murder was bad…

Then what happened next was far, far worse.

It's not just myself I've put in trouble.

There's also a baby I can barely protect, not to mention a dangerous man I barely know.

And the killers coming to end us all.

Maverick made me his…

And no one takes what belongs to him.