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.

"Drop your attitude, Cadet." "Or what?" she challenged. His gaze darkened. "Cadet Kashyap, talking to your senior like this has consequences." A pause. "And I'm sure you're aware of my rules." She stepped closer, unfazed. "I'm very well aware, sir." Once, they were childhood sweethearts...inseparable, unbreakable, everything. Now, they stand as strangers, bound by rank, divided by the past. He's her senior. Cold. Untouchable. In control. She's the only cadet who refuses to bow to him. In a place where discipline is everything and emotions are a liability, their history becomes the one rule neither of them can obey. But when every order brings them closer... will they break what's left between them or uncover something that never really ended?i