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.

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐯 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦. . . . From a young age people have tend to underestimate Navy. Her parents strayed away from her, her mother a drug addict and her father an abusive drunk. At age six, she was taken in at the academy. Age thirteen, she was unrecognizable. The Academy requires a lot from Navy, one of their elite assassins. Said requirements align from murder to spying. On one of the most nefarious crime bosses at that. . . . 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 .