Enjoy this story free for a limited time. When you find yourself trapped between a ruthless drug lord and a private investigator who suspects you of being his girlfriend, sometimes a gal's gotta take matters into her own damn hands. Chelsea Jones is the side character. The comedic relief. The girl who no one ever really sees-until one day, the wrong person does. After she witnesses a crime she shouldn't have, Chelsea is dragged into the world of Damien Mierro: feared King of London and a man who seems to have a special interest in keeping her by his side, whether she likes it or not. To make matters worse, her saviour might just come in the form of Kaiden Beckett, a really hot but REALLY angsty PI who is determined to bring Mierro to justice-and who just won't leave her the hell alone. Now, Chelsea and Kaiden have to try to put their mutual hatred of each other aside in order to take Mierro down-because even if the line between their hate and love is quickly blurring, nothing matters if they don't make it out alive.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains mature scenes with *EXTREMELY* dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Full Disclosure: Stuck 1 is a completed but Stuck 2 is abandoned work. Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?