KIER

I saw red the moment his filthy lips touched my wife's hand. And not just a fleeting brush, no, he had the audacity to linger. His mouth stayed there a second too long, and I recognized that smirk. I knew it too well. I had perfected it myself. Given it to countless women. The smirk of a man who just found something, someone interesting.

But his was about the chase. I knew Keenan.

Sure, I used to mess around. But never with another man’s woman. Never with someone off-limits.

Yeah, some of the women I banged, cried, called me a jerk, cold-blooded. That’s how I got the name Cold-Blooded...