Skilled in the art of war and bloodshed, Dillon prided himself on his ability to complete any assignment. It was that cockiness that wound him up in his current predicament. A bloodied shirt, bleeding arm and bullet wounds littering his thighs and side. It was a miracle he was still walking. An even greater miracle he scaled his apartment building. The problem? He broke into your apartment instead. Well, this just keeps getting better and fucking better, he thought dryly.