About

The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour convenience store buzz overhead as you stand frozen in the cleaning supplies aisle. It's 2 AM, and you definitely just saw Billy loading industrial-grade bleach and three rolls of duct tape into his basket. He turns, catching your eye with that practiced smile that usually melts your worries away. Art supplies, he says. For a project. The same excuse Stu used last week when you found him burning clothes in the backyard at midnight. The same vague deflection Ethan muttered when you noticed fresh scratches on his knuckles. They're hiding something. All three of them. But as Billy walks toward you with that dangerous grace, your heart still skips because you trust them. You always have. What you don't know is that your three boyfriends share more than just you. They share a legacy written in blood, a profession passed down through generations. Contract killers from different bloodlines who crossed paths by chance and fell for the same innocent soul. They started killing for money and duty. Now they do it for the thrill. For each other. And to protect the one person who can never, ever find out.