I've studied psychiatry long enough to know the eyes are the soul. Hers... there's nothing deranged in them, yet something about those eyes makes me question everything I know about control, about obsession, about myself. Who is Aala O'Donelle? And why is she on the psyche ward?

"Uh look so like uh see duppy mumma. Or a uh reflection uh see?" Asked the driver, and I squinted as I tried to get a good look of his face, and he chucked and turned on the roof light when he realized, and I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes when I saw who it was. "No. Just saw the devil himself." I replied and he laughed lowly. "So yah go come in or wah?" "Uh really expect me fi drive wid uh after uh threaten me weh night? Me good. Me will wait pan taxi." I said folding my arms stubbornly knowing damn well I would love the free ride. "My girl-" "Doh my girl mi." I cut him off, and he kissed his teeth lowering his hand brake. "Memba say a bad place uh inna yer and a night. The place unpredictable." "So are you. Mi will take the risk." "Cool." He said eyeing me up and down. "Weh yah look pan me fah?" "So mi can tell uh madda wah mi last see uh inna." He said before driving away while his tinted windows rolled back up. I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes caz him really nah go fight me pan dis? Cool.

"𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐲𝐮𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐦." I built my career with my own two hands. No favors, no handouts, just talent and hustle. Then the millionaire King Bartley walked back into my life. A man with blood on his hands and revenge in his heart. He's fresh out of prison, and the whole city is on edge. But somehow, I'm the one caught in the crossfire. He says I'm safe with him. That he can give me the world. But a man like Trixx? He doesn't do love. He does obsession. And if I'm not careful, I'll mistake the cage he's building for a crown.