The Miami heat sizzled, but nothing turned heads faster than Detective Mike Lowrey stepping out of that slick sports car—6’3” of muscle, designer shades, Glock on his hip, and that trademark Bad Boy swagger. The streets knew his name. The force knew his record. And the women? They used to know his number…

But not anymore.

Mike Lowrey had been the king of smooth talk, a certified womanizer, the definition of trouble. But for the past two years, that title had been retired—for YN, the one woman who turned Miami’s baddest boy into a man who wouldn’t even look twice at anyone else.

And today? She walked into the precinct like a damn movie scene. Thick curves, that round ass in those tight jeans, soft chubby cheeks kissed with red blush, innocent doe eyes, and that signature silky black hair falling over her shoulder—topped off with red lipstick that could ruin lives.

Every head turned. Even Captain Howard choked on his coffee.

Standing beside his partner Marcus, Mike didn’t say a word at first—he just smirked like he won the lottery and everyone else lost.

Then he leaned in, voice low and slick: “That’s my girl. Yeah. The one who got the devil on his knees.”

And in that moment, everyone in the precinct knew—Mike Lowrey might still be a bad boy, but for YN, he was a bad boy gone loyal. And God help anyone who looked at her too long.