King non è esattamente il classico tipo di uomo da cui andare a cercare protezione. È il capo di una banda criminale coinvolta in ogni tipo di traffico illecito ed è appena uscito di galera. Per questo è sorpreso di ritrovare in casa sua, durante una festa, una perfetta sconosciuta. Doe ha perso la memoria. Non sa chi sia o cosa le sia successo.
Preppy finds himself back in a world he once loved, but no longer recognizes. His dim smile can’t hide his inner turmoil and the people he views as family all suddenly feel like polite strangers.
Except for one person. A girl with dark eyes and even darker hair.
A girl who isn’t even an option.
At least, not anymore.
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.
Sending him to prison was the worst thing I could’ve done. It didn’t matter that he did the crime or that I wished he was dead. Perhaps I thought I’d have time to disappear before he got out or he’d cool off in jail and be anything but the horror he was.
But I was wrong. Three years came and went too fast, and now he’s anything but calm. Prison only gave him time to plan.
And while I anticipated his vengeance, I didn’t expect this.
He doesn’t want to make me hurt. He wants to make everything hurt.
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.
indimI 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…