Brotherhood is what Bull bleeds and all that he knows. Being the king of the Devil's Dust and surrounded by easy women was his everyday . . . until having his heart broken rooted him to the bottom of a whiskey bottle. Heartbroken and drowning in lost memories, he's unsure of the direction of his life, when the answer-consisting of a terrified Mexican girl-nearly knocks him off his feet. He sees Anahi, and he wants her. But she may come with more baggage than Bull is ready for.
Anahi used to be prim and proper. She used to wear dresses and keep up appearances to impress people she didn't know. I guess you could say she was a fucking lady. But that was when she lived in Mexico with her parents. Before her uncle turned on her. Before the only man she ever loved, her step-brother, betrayed her. Before she was forced to be a drug mule for the Cartel.
Evening gowns a lost memory, expensive heels traded for boots, and a nine millimeter in her hand instead of a limited edition purse, Anahi sets aside everything she's ever known, including the fairy tale stories her mother told her about America. She's angry, determined, and looking for a way out.
