Xavier makes a lot of people nervous. The rest he flat-out scares. More than his hulking tattooed body it's his predator's gaze that makes people feel vulnerable as if he had the power to read their thoughts and see their soul. For his lovers it's Xavier's ravenous appetite for all things carnal—for the taste of flesh under his tongue and the feel of a trembling body under his control for whispered pleas and muffled cries—that makes him dangerous. But recently driven by a festering rage against the men who attacked his sister a decade ago Xavier has developed a taste for a different kind of hunt and conquest: stalking men who do truly bad things and punishing the predators he sniffs out. The problem with vigilante justice though is sometimes the man in your trap is innocent. Carson suspects he's playing a risky game with dangerous men. But the lies are convincing especially when they're slipped to him among hundred dollar bills. He never guessed how big and dark the secret hidden under all the lies and money could be. And he has no idea he's not the predator but the prey until it's too late. And you can't beg for mercy when there's a gag in your mouth. But when Carson escapes from Xavier's trap he's forced to accept that Xavier is far from his most dangerous enemy. Xavier may even hold the key to overcoming the painful past that has kept Carson prisoner for almost two decades.
