What if the best thing he never knew he needed was her? What if her dream means nothing without him in it? Will New York City become their Empire of Alleviation? ──────────── A deep voice rumbles through the air. "Has no one ever told you not to drink when you can't handle alcohol?" Inebriated, my mouth moves faster than my self-control. "Has no one ever told you to mind your own business?" "My club. My business." His voice is flat. ──────────── "Spill something dirty about yourself. I won't remember anyway." Instead, his expression turns mischievous as he reaches for something in his pockets. When his hand retrieves, car keys dangle along with a Ferrari pendant. "Is racing dirty enough?" I keep an unimpressed face. "Almost. But there are things WAY dirtier." ──────────── "Every day you give me less of a reason to dislike you." She confesses. "You never disliked me, angel." "Cocky much?" ──────────── "You make me want to live, not just survive." I whisper, pressing a kiss against her forehead. Kara. My darling angel. You and your curls, and that stupid contagious laugh...how deeply you feel, and the art in your eyes and soul. ──────────── "And you knew- you knew it was me and you kept it your dirty little secret. I thought... for fuck's sake I thought you were dead! Did we mean so little to you for it to be so easy to walk away from?!?