He's my keeper... He came in on a gust of cold November wind and changed the pattern of my breathing. Even before I knew he was there for me, I was willing to bend to him. He had a mission and he fulfilled it. I'm saved. I'm home. I'm safe. Until I'm not. Now, he's my keeper. He's cold. He's arrogant. He's rude as hell. To him, I'm a nuisance. To me, he's a god. I'm a noisy house sparrow. He's a lethal panther. We shouldn't make sense. But fate sure does have a wicked sense of humor. The Bronze Garza is a complete standalone. This is a not a mafia romance.