You ever met a n*gga so cold that you had to watch his throat hoping to see a pulse? Wanted to feel his wrist and make sure you weren’t seeing things? That’s how Lucky felt the moment she laid eyes on Primal James. The infamous street legend who had survived it all and never told about it. From high security prisons to slitting throats in mayor’s offices. Of course, she didn’t know who he was when she ran across him in the elevator of her father’s hotel, but she was sure to find out. Primal, a man of few words but a name that spoke volumes and a reputation that preceded him was only worried about one thing. Keeping a positive cashflow and making sure he continued to fly under the radar was all he desired, I mean that was until he laid eyes on her. One glance told him she wasn’t being touched right, and eye contact warned him he should steer clear. Being a man that knows right from wrong, who always chose wrong fearing that right would be to mundane he went against his better judgment. In doing so it lands in a mess that he isn’t equip to clean. Sadly, when it comes to matters of the heart, no one is, but he’ll find a way through the muddy waters. He always does, or will this time be different? Who says love stories don’t come in the forms of tragedies?