Growl
He’d never had something to himself, never even dared to dream
about owning something so precious. He was the unwanted bastard son
who’d always had to content himself with the leftovers of others. And
now they’d given him what only a few weeks ago had been out of his
reach, someone he wasn’t even allowed to admire from afar, one of their
most prized possessions. Thrown at his feet because he was who he was,
because they were certain he would break her. He was her punishment, a
fate worse than death, a way to deliver the ultimate punishment to her
father who had displeased them so greatly.
Cara
She had always been the good girl. It didn’t protect her.
She
didn’t know his real name. People called him Growl to his face, and the
Bastard behind his back. Both were names he couldn’t possibly have
chosen for himself. His eyes were empty, a mirror to throw back her own
fear at her. He was a brutal hand of the Las Vegas Camorra.And now she was at his mercy. More Reading...
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