Gangs Aren't My Style (A Black Death Novel)

{1st in the Black Death Trilogy} As the sister of a gang leader, Ally Carter's life is not her own. Beneath each thought, wish, and action rest the reflection of the scars that have directed her path thus far. Betrayal, from the brother she watched murder a man in cold blood. Pain, from the man who beat her to within an inch of her life and then left her for dead. And fear, at the thought of being found again. It took her three years to put this turmoil behind her but only twelve short months of deceptive calm for it to reclaim her.

Now held captive within the walls of the country's fiercest gang, the nightmares that once plagued her are gradually returning. With each passing day, Ally is closer to breaking beneath the pressure of both past and present terrors. The man whose obsidian eyes haunt her at night may not resemble her brother in any way, but the parallel title of gang leader is enough to secure her silence. Despite her brother leading the very gang that imprisons her, she is determined not to reveal her true identity. No longer the same man she knew as a child, James Carter holds the muscle and authority to decide the course of her life and that is a power she cannot risk him abusing. Anonymity is the only chance she has for escape and Ally will do anything to secure her freedom, even endure the suffering lent to her. She is about to learn, however, that her silence may come at too grave a price to bear.