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Home. Bratva is my home, my sanctuary from the past, the only place where a killing machine like me belongs. Sometimes, my demons come rushing back, and I feel out of control, full of rage, close to losing myself completely. Until a broken, injured woman stumbles onto my path, awakening my protective instincts and sending my demons to sleep. Keeping her prisoner is my only option. If she leaves, my darkness will resurface, and there will be no escaping it this time.

Just when I thought I'd finally found happiness, the nightmare I've been running from finds me, and my world goes dark. Taking more from me than one person should ever have to lose, I end up on a new path, discovering I'm capable of things I never imagined possible, not even in the darkest parts of my imagination. So much blood. So much pain. So. Much. Death.

Between college, surfing, and girls, Trent was living his best free-spirited life in Miami. He was careful not to let anything complicate that. So, when he met Kate, and they quickly became friends, he made sure to keep it that way. Better to play it safe than to risk losing her to a casual hookup. Kate was an independent girl who loved surfing, shopping, and partying with her friends. Her only hang-up in life was the hopeless crush she had on Trent. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to fall for the most unavailable guy she knew.

You’ve heard of these groups–the secretive ones that only the crème de la crème are invited into, the ones outsiders speculate about for centuries–I’m the second in my family invited to attend, but to them, I’m fresh meat. New blood. New money, too. They think they’ll elbow past me, that I’m here for their amusement, for them to walk all over, they’ll find out soon enough that I’m not. I may look like one of them, with my designer bags and clothes straight from the Parisian runways, but I’m not.

I'm not supposed to leave the house. But what my husband doesn't know won't kill him. I break his rules every morning on my runs. It's always been best when I have a routine. So every day I wake up, run, clean the house, wish for a better life, repeat. Every day is exactly the same. Except Thursdays. I live and breathe for Thursdays. It's when he comes. I watch from a distance. I can't help myself. But I was never supposed to talk to him. I know what you're thinking. But you don't know my story. You don't know the kind of monster my husband is. And trust me, you have no idea who I am.