At the end of the lads concert they finish it off with twitter questions. A girl around the boys age asks for them to send prayers to her family. Wanting to know more Liam sends a direct message only to uncover a past of hurt and betrayal. When Nicole Brown is left without her family will her favourite boy band become her knights in shining armour?

Marley Fletcher is half of a person: stuck in a mindless, indefinite cycle of pleasant friends, obeyed rules, and whispered words of forced contentment, she’s trapped by what’s missing. Senior year of high school brings no more than another smattering of new teachers and Friday nights with old friends at the local movie theater. But Marley longs for something to complete her, to fill her dreamy innocence with passion and fervor. She wants someone to live for. She finds someone who makes her want to die. Selfish, cruel, and impatient, Jude Sinclair has not only cut off his ties to compassion and sympathy, he has torched the ropes with flames and laughed as they burned to ashes. Jude is an integral member of the underground, modern scope of organized crime—the infamous “Mob.” Despite his lack of Italian heritage, he has risen to the peak of his bloody career at only 24 years old: the deaths of hundreds linger at his fingertips, and it seems not one has left an ounce of regret on his indecent conscience. Jude doesn’t know what it is about Marley: a naïve, childish little high school girl with self-esteem depleting faster than the ozone layer. For the sake of a bet and a game he doesn’t quite understand, Jude grows determined to “break” her, to destroy her stubborn resistance until she surrenders to him, and then to abandon her. After all, Jude Sinclair can do anything to anyone. He can leave her shattered.

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...