Erica Belmonte used to be a normal girl. She used to smile, used to laugh, used to be happy, till it happened. At the age of 17, Erica was violently ripped away from her roots in the Bible Belt of America, and relocated to Dublin, where her FBI turned Scotland Yard father could work. Ever since a young age, Erica has been told what was right and what was wrong. To always pick right or end up with serious consequences, these lessons she learned all too well from her crime fighting father. But what happens when Erica can't fit in the right places in Ireland and resorts to being a party girl? She meets bad people. Erica's father is the head of a case against one of Irelands biggest gang rivalries. A gang run by a seemingly innocent curly haired Chapel Holmes native, who after his family died, wanted to repay the world for his pain, and another gang run by an Irish born blond, who left his family to nurse his addiction to power. Erica finds herself right in between her father's investigation, and torn between the two young men. Even the angels get tired of being good...
"Do you believe in being good?" I asked the rogue Irishman nervously.
" I believe we're born with it..But we all have Angels and Demons on our back, tellin' us what to do...I just merely flicked off the angel and put the demon on my back," Niall smirked, throwing his cigarette on the floor.
"Mm..I haven't missed him since, darlin."