Murdoch Mafia Series

She was broken by the hands of my own father. I can’t hide in the shadows anymore, watching her from a safe distance. It’s time to show her all my plays. Kiara Coleman has the answers I need, and if I have to drag her back into my dark world to get them, I will. Once she’s there I’ll do everything I can to put her broken pieces back together again and keep her in her rightful place by my side.

She’s committed a crime against the family, against me—one that no one would ever get away with. How is it possible, then, that I want to strangle the life out of her, and at the same time breathe life back into her lungs? I’m the underboss, it’s my job to make her pay for her crimes. And make her pay I will.

Pain. Darkness. That’s what my life is. Always has been. Koby is the opposite. Light and redemption. She can see through to my tortured soul, see into the depths, the parts that want to torture her, remove the light from her eyes. Break her until she’s nothing just like me. She thinks she can save me. Like there is something left to be salvaged. She has no idea I’m not the white knight in her story, there is no happily ever after for us.

I’m the secret my family kept from the world. The Queen that was to be used to gain them an alliance. I escaped, finally free to live my own life out in the open. A chance encounter with a beautiful stranger derailed my plans. My hope of freedom was torn from me—he took it from me. I need to fight for my freedom, fight for my family and finally embrace who I am and where I come from.

Gage crashed into my life like a storm. He awoke something inside me I hadn’t dared to feel for many years: hope. He’s here to take down my family, and I’m ready to help him do whatever it takes to end the Volkov Bratva. I shouldn’t crave him, shouldn't love the way his touch sparks a fire inside me, but after years of feeling nothing but despair, I latch onto him and refuse to let go—even when he betrays me.

This should have been a story about the youngest sibling being rescued and returned to his family grateful, happy—overcome with gratitude to be safe and home again. That isn’t how my story goes, I’m not grateful, and I sure as hell am not thankful. I lived in fear for eight months while my family lived happily, banged their girls, procreated, and carried on like I didn’t even exist.