Stone Legacy

The night my father dies, I don’t break. As the heir to a multibillion-dollar logistics empire, I take control. My father built Stone Intermodal from nothing. Now we control the Gulf. Everyone waits to see if I’ll falter with him gone. I don’t. Instead, I kidnap the daughter of the man responsible. It’s a risky move no one can ignore. I'm not going anywhere. She was supposed to be leverage. A message. Proof I handle my own wars. What I didn’t count on is the way she looks at me. The way she steps closer instead of backing away. The way her touch lingers, daring me to stop her.

My last name built an empire that controls half the Gulf. I built the part they don't put in the annual report. Enter Quinn Mercer. She's sharp, controlled, and completely off-limits. One look and I want her in my bed. One night and I can't get enough. What starts as heat turns into obsession fast.

My family built a Gulf Coast empire. I ran as far as I could get from it. For six years, I chose danger over legacy. War over boardrooms. Anything that kept me moving. Now I’m back in New Orleans for my father’s memorial. I’m not staying. I never planned to. Until I see her. Charli was the one thing in my life that felt real. The only woman who ever asked me to stay. I told her I didn’t do marriage. Didn’t do kids. Didn’t do forever. So she built a life without me. A life that includes a little boy with my eyes.

Wanting something you can't walk away from is bad for business. I close deals that other people can't. Show up. Charm the room. Walk out with the signature. Then I bought a stranger a drink at a bar in Manhattan. We exchanged first names and forgot the rest of the world existed. She was gone before sunrise and I was on a plane back to New Orleans by nine.