His breath fanned my neck as I stood, looking down at the body below me. "See what you are Sophia? A murderer. You will always be a murderer." I turned to argue, but he beat me to it. "And if you think you can leave me, then think again Princess, cause you are all mine." He pushed me down on the bed roughly and my blood ran cold when I saw the smirk on his face. Oh shit. *********************** Sophia Black Any person who knows anything about gang life knows who she is. Murders, steals, and is the sister of a drug lord and an ex girlfriend to a drug dealer. Andrew Kingston Being the gang leader to the largest gang in London makes him well known. It's understandable why grown men cower back at his name. While getting a job done in a downtown hooker job with a member of Andrews gang, Sophia is trapped and gets taken by none other than Andrew Kingston.

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade