Riot

"We must fight! We must avenge our brothers! Riot, my friends, my family, or we too will be gone with the wind."

Ellie Johnson was heartless. Ellie Johnson didn't know what she was missing out on. No fear. No pain. Ellie Johnson hadn't yet lived. Gone to hell and back, Ellie always remained cool and calm, never allowing her enemies to get the best of her. Kept from the world, she had been unable to escape from the Mob until one fateful night when she must decide where her loyalties rest before it's too late.

Enemies of the Mob, the Nameless had one goal: peace. Though their way of gaining that peace was violent, they did what they had to do in order to survive. So when they came across the opportunity to kidnap a member of their rivals, they didn't hesitate. None of them knew what they were getting into when they stormed through Ellie's home. Is their idea of peace worth the risk?

Alan Holt is many things. He puts his people before himself, even if that means death. But, then again, he was never fond of the life he led. Being Nameless put a target on his back. Being their head? Deadly. In many ways, he was deadly as well. When Ellie is forced into his arms, he doesn't know what to do with her. He has secrets, as does she. Can he handle life, or will the possibilities death blind him?