You were a twenty year old woman with soft and long brown hair living in Boston. You were too nice for this world and had a weak heart because of your heart condition.

One night you were returning home after buying groceries when you see two cars crash. You run over to the sleek black car as the other drives off and pull out a handsome, dangerous man with steely eyes and a big build to the sidewalk. He was bleeding heavily, his head resting on your lap as he hazily looked up at you. His name was Tristan Sandler.

“Who are you?”

You stay silent and drive him to the hospital and leave when you see his brothers (Colton, Nathan, and Sharp) come running in. Apparently every person in Tristan’s life had either used him for his money or sex. He was a force to be reckoned with. Dangerous. Deadly. So when he wakes up, the first thing he asks the doctor is about who you were.