Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good fuck. He s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he’s always imagined for himself.
When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he’s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves. Andrea Dre Capulet is strung out and tired. Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she s become.
I tried running, but he followed me. I hid, but he found me. I couldn’t escape, so I defended myself. Now he’s in a coma, and I’m in prison.
Except, the Walker Center isn’t a normal jail. In here, inmates work. Twelve hours a day, every day. If we misbehave, vicious guards punish us. They strip away our dignity, turn us against each other and rob us of our sanity. No one leaves, except as property.
My only hope may be Reed Nolan, an unapologetic sadist on a mission to break my spirit. He torments me every day, delighting in my pain. Defying him awakens intoxicating, dark desires. My perverse need to be dominated becomes my secret weapon, with every stroke of his whip powering my will to survive, to fight the evil of this place.
Gabriel Miller è entrato nella mia vita come una tempesta. Ha distrutto mio padre con una fredda vendetta, lasciandolo senza un soldo in un letto d’ospedale. Ho lasciato il mio college privato per ragazze per badare all’unica famiglia che mi è rimasta.
Le mie lacrime sono salate.
Non so perché, però ero convinta che più avrei pianto e più il loro sapore si sarebbe addolcito.
Sbaglio sempre su ogni cosa.
Sbaglio sempre su ogni persona.
Sono triste e mi sento sola.
Nessuno capisce quanto.
Nessuno capisce che tutto quello che faccio, lo faccio per lui.
Con lui potrei essere felice, con lui potrei finalmente smettere di sentirmi sola.
Farò di tutto per averlo di nuovo con me.
I was a good girl.
I ate my vegetables, volunteered at the local autism centre and sat in the front pew of church every Sunday.
Then, I got cancer.
What the hell kind of reward was that for a boring life well lived?
I was a seventeen-year-old paradigm of virtue and I was tired of it.
So, when I finally ran into the man I’d been writing to since he saved my life as a little girl and he offered to show me the dark side of life before I left it for good, I said yes.
Only, I didn’t know that Zeus Garro was the President of The Fallen MC and when you made a deal with a man who is worse than the devil, there was no going back…
The best way to keep your word is never to give it.
Not long ago, in a chapel in Vegas, I swore to love Karissa for the rest of my days. But nobody’s promised an infinite number of tomorrows. Nobody’s promised forever. Sometimes, all we have left is today.
Seize the day.
It should’ve been over, we should’ve been happy, but people are making it hard for me to live in peace. I’ve got so much blood on my hands they’ll never be clean, and somebody out there seems to want me to pay for it. Happily Ever After always comes at a cost, one any real man would be willing to pay. But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to roll over and accept these consequences.
Because when it comes to the woman I love? The life I’ve fought for?
Nobody is safe.