Fuck me for choosing the wrong sister.


Atlas Carter was a protector. He was a police officer, had spent years in the Air Force, spent his entire teen years as a volunteer firefighter.


Being a protector was in his blood.


It was his dream.


So when a woman was in a dangerous situation, it was his every instinct to protect her. To shield her. To watch over her.


Only, that woman had played him.


She’d set him up.


She’d made sure that he only saw her.
Then, when the real woman who should hold his heart, the sister, comes into his life, he doesn’t see past the hatred of her to know that she’s only trying to protect him in return.


He spends the next year terrorizing the woman who’s supposed to be his. When the dust finally settles, and he can see clearly once again, she’s no longer there waiting for him.