I stole a kiss that wasn’t mine to take.

From a man cloaked in pain, scars, and mystery.

Deadly and beautiful, twelve years my senior, a killer for the Irish Mafia.

...And my best friend's older brother.

But if we're going to point fingers, I refuse to take the full blame.

You see, I may have stolen the first kiss.

But that's only because he stole my heart.

Neither was ours for the taking.

Both come with a no return policy.