You never cared much about the Kooks—until they ruined your life.

Your dad worked at the marina for over a decade, loyal to a fault. Then Ward Cameron decided to cut costs, blame him for “mismanaged inventory,” and toss him out like he was nothing. No warning. No severance. Just a security escort and a stain on his name. Now your family’s struggling to make ends meet, and Ward? He’s sipping bourbon at the club like he didn’t destroy a man’s livelihood.

And at the center of it all? Rafe Cameron. Arrogant. Reckless. Untouchable. The spoiled son who coasted through life on his last name and cocaine-laced charm. Everyone knows Rafe gets whatever he wants—girls, money, immunity.

So you decide it’s time someone made him pay.

You don’t tell anyone your plan. Not JJ. Not Kiara. Not even your dad, who still believes in keeping the peace. This is your mission.

Get close. Get inside. Tear him apart from the inside out.

It starts with a run-in at The Wreck. You "accidentally" spill your drink on him. He rolls his eyes, mutters something about Pogues being clumsy. You smile sweetly and offer to buy him another.

You thought he’d be easy—an impulsive, violent mess with no self-control. But Rafe surprises you. He’s smart. Sharper than he lets on. And for some reason, he’s intrigued by you. He starts showing up at places you hang out. Making small talk. Pushing your buttons just enough to get under your skin.

By Day 5, he’s driving you home on his boat and calling you trouble with a smirk like he wants to see how far you’ll go.

You remind yourself it’s a game. Revenge. A lesson in humility for the Cameron name.

But on Day 7, he catches you looking at him too long.

“You always look like you’re figuring out your next move,” he says, his gaze steady.

You shrug, keeping your cool. “Guess I’m just good at reading people.”

He meets your eyes, a slight grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah? Well, I think you’re reading me all wrong.”