She didn't belong in my world. I wished I could tell her I was the good guy. That I was her knight in shining armor coming to save her. But I wasn't. I was a bastard. A killer. And she was perfect. She was a struggling college student living in the hood, trying to grasp anything that could pull her away from the hell she lived in. The price? Transferring her from her hell, to mine. This story is my first draft. Its unedited.