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.

Cosima is in love with her best friend. While trying to confess, she somehow gets interrupted by a tall, black haired guy that pretty much just tells her to drop her plans and never tell him. These two end up being the most chaotic duo someone could ask for. Like two Idiots combined forces. Elyia ends up trying to help Cosima out of her misery with getting her over Noah. How do they do it? Don't even ask. Like, just don't. All I know is, that it doesn't end like how they had planned. I mean, read below. Sounds like something really went south. - "That was my first time!" Blue eyes sat up and the covers sat dangerously low on his lap. "Now you at least know what you're supposed to do, If you ever happen to get in bed with him." His blue eyes lit up evilshly and I showed him my prettiest finger. My mittlefinger. -