DISCLAIMER: This book contains characters of the (L)GBTQ community, strong language, R-rated content and graphic material. Aida Kimani, daughter of the largest mafia in Kynea and successor to the Diacious company soon lands her in the sights of some rather unsavory characters, hurtling her into a dirty den of inequities in which no one is safe. A stray bullet and meaningful threat, is enough to spur Aida into action, prompting her to seek help outside her circle. What she didn't count on was partner in crime, Jae Brown, being the object of all her sinful sensational desires... Jae Brown is a cunning criminal with a convoluted past, who tries her luck at normalcy, seeking a steady life outside the drugs, gangs and violence that persisted throughout her whole existence. Unfortunately, assimilation proves harder than Jae initially thought; running low on funds, and desperate not to return home, Jae needs to find a way to survive, and soon enough, Jae finds herself back in the fold working with a dangerously delicious woman; Aida Kimani... "There is no such thing as 'Clean Money'."

What happens when mates decide to reject each other? A contract, of course! It wasn't supposed to be this hard. Hell, they both wanted it, didn't they? She swallowed, glancing up and across the table to the woman who sat across from her; the woman with the easy laugh and infectious grin, the woman with the intoxicating scent that never failed to draw her in, the woman whose mere touch sent a shiver of sparks up and down her body and turned her mind to mush with a single word - mate. The woman staring back at her with a smile on her lips which she was sure she meant to pass off as reassuring but it only seemed strained, smarting with a pain that she could feel tearing through her own chest. She knew this wasn't supposed to be easy but for the love of the goddess Lucreast, she had not expected it to be this bad. She offered a small smile of her own, wondering in part if she should say something but what would she say? The lump in her throat seemed to tighten, almost making it impossible to breathe let alone speak and her fingers trembling as she brushed over the soft dark feather of the quill, grasping it gently, gaze falling to the parchment paper before her. This was it. This was what they wanted. This was what she wanted...wasn't it?