Three years ago I died and landed in what amounts to purgatory, with only my memories of the angel in blue scrubs at my bedside that day to get me through.
My name is Mason Black, but once upon a time I was J.J. Santos, a man who grew up under the shadow of his father's fists, and who wasn't afraid to skirt the law to fill his pockets. All it took was one botched gun deal to get on the wrong side of the wrong man. Gustavo Delgado hunted me, tortured me, and ultimately put a bullet through my chest. I wound up in Dr. Callie Nicolo's ER that day, and her face is the last one I care to remember before J.J. Santos ceased to exist.
Three years I spent atoning, working under cover for the DEA to help take down the most brutal drug cartel in Mexico, run by a man named Amador, who also happens to be Delgado's boss. I never believed I'd see my angel again, yet somehow the first day I'm back in Los Angeles, she keeps showing up. When I have to leave LA to follow a lead, she's on the same flight. Something haunts her too, and I'm not the kind of man who will turn down a woman in need of a distraction at 40,000 feet.
But once we're on the ground again, I can't stay away. I have a job to do, lives at stake across the border if I fail. But Callie's life is on the line too. Because I'm damaged goods, and if I let her get too close, I could risk losing her forever.
