For years I've been planning my escape.

Preparing for the day when I could leave home and never look back.

But when the moment came, it didn't happen like I had planned.

I didn't pack up my car and drive away, watching my old life disappear in the rearview mirror like I had always envisioned I would.

Instead, I ran—quite literally—as fast and far as my feet would take me.

I didn't know where I was going, only that I had to get away.

And that's when he found me…

Titus Driscoll.

He was unlike anyone I had ever met before.

A man who lived by his own code. Who answered to no one but himself.

He didn't care where I came from or why I was running.

He didn't care that my father was a powerful politician that would stop at nothing to bring me home.

Once he had me, I was his.