Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

" Jimin jur ca te voi ucide dacă te apropi mai mult." Ma dau încet înapoi. "Bine, dacă așa spui." El ranji, așezându-se pe marginea patului. "Unde sunt? Unde sunt hainele mele? Și ce s-a întâmplat aseară???!! " Esti la mine acasă acum... Iar aseara? A fost minunat. Jimin ranjea. "Niciodată nu credeam ca vei fi așa de sălbatică, toate hainele noastre au fost rupte, așa ca le-am aruncat." Spune Jimin, continuînd sa ranjeasca. !!! ACEASTĂ CARTE NU ÎMI APARȚINE, EU DOAR O TRADUC !!!