No one believes,Not these days,that evil stays in the places that saw it fresh and heard breathing. Pain casts no shadow and death leaves no echo. Blood spills,it is true,but spilled blood can be swilled away, smears wiped up, stains scrubbed out , until the last taint and tag are gone , until pine and lemon fill the air. And whatever has seeped in too deep to clean can be painted over , bright and fresh, to let life begin again with a new chapter. That's the modern way-- no lasting marks. Nothing happened here.

I was kidnapped by the most dangerous gang, and who was the leader? The boy who was mute, alone, and bullied at school. But here? He was the strong, almighty, fierce boss. And I did something I shouldn't have, I fell in love with him. They were hiding something from me, but I have something worse. I have an ugly secret I never want anyone to know ever. But one moment jeopardizes my life and secret. Kidnapped by 6 boys will they accept me and my secret? Will there be love or empty feelings?