I’ve been dead two years now. Not a physical death, even though I’ve wished for it many times.
It would have been better than the heartache, which was far worse than the torture.
Nothing mattered anymore until I got a glimpse of light.
A picture of my life.
Now getting back to them is my soul purpose, no matter what it takes or who I have to kill.
I will be tested, tried, and broken before I can get my family back, if I survive long enough.
Taking back what is mine, will be well worth the fight. Revenge on the man who took my life away will be sweet.
Taking back Brooklyn will be even better.
If you like bad boys and thrilling reads with an HEA, you will love this story.