Blood. Death. Darkness. Those are things I know. Fucking. Drinking. Walking away. I was good at that. I messed up one night when I slept with the President’s niece. We were both drunk and out of control. Now she’s pregnant with my kid. I can’t be a father. I don’t want to be. At least not at first. After a hit goes wrong, I change my mind.
I was taken. I was beaten. I was raped. My uncle’s club saved me. It also destroyed me. Meeting Bash was the worst thing that could have happened. He was a mistake and we both knew it. The more I tried to stay away from him, the more he sought me out. My attraction to him became something more. Now where do we go?