Troubled One (Wilde #2)

Troubled One (Wilde #2)

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*cover by harleenhollow* Munro Wilde is as troubled as they come. But who can blame him? His dad was in prison for five years and his mom took off, then returned only to be sent to prison. He thought his older brother having custody of him would help him. Boy, was he wrong. Getting into fights calm him, as do pulling endless amount of pranks and getting into trouble. He thought he could have a carefree life with nothing to worry about. That was until his older brother decided to stick him into the school play. There's nothing worse than to be stuck in the one place you can't stand. Munro's life is a mess. He knows it. He never thought he could change until someone comes along. One girl can change everything. ~*~ This is a sequel to Fight for Me, but it can be read as a standalone. There will be spoilers, however, from Fight for Me, just in case you want to read it.
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Book#2 Can be read as a standalone, but I recommend to read Havoc first. I was raised by a man who taught me how to survive, not how to feel. In a freezing house in rural Estonia, I learned to stay quiet. To stay hard. To take a hit and never cry. I knew what punishment felt like before I knew what safety was. My mother did nothing. My father was a monster. I was born to run. To survive. To keep my sister breathing and my demons quiet. But they were never quiet. Always lurking, whispering.. All I had was my sister. She was my family. She was my rock. And when my sister changed her course and moved to New York, I didn't even hesitate to leave it all behind. All I had were my determination, fists and a promise to protect her. I never meant to become a fighter. I wasn't chasing glory. I was chasing silence. Control. A run from my chaos. But the past never stays buried, and the rage never stops burning. I don't believe in love. Not because I'm edgy or broken or any of that poetic bullshit. I just know what it really looks like- fists, silence, slammed doors. Blood on tiles and bruised bodys. Then came Belle Rivera. She's all fire and venom, smart mouth and sharp heels. She saw straight through me from day one and never looked away. She broke every rule I lived by. Saw every part of me I tried to hide. I didn't fall in love. I crashed into it. Now the only thing more dangerous than the fights I take is what I'd do to protect her. This is who I am now. Not a survivor. A weapon. I've already bled for survival. Now I'll bleed for love.

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