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Those trials were a worthy payain … alether and finally understanding it all

However, as I stared around the freshly painted rooer, smarter I didn’t suffer from fear or terror of ould beco retaliation, for not being prepared

Enough! Focus This isn’t the place for stupid re

I forced ht harder and stronger than ever before

I’d endured one captivity: a caging of my mind with no walls or locks but with endless darkness and unknowing Now my mind was intact for the first time in years, but I had a new prison

I’m not bound by rope or chains, but I’m trapped all the same

I sighed, s Arthur’s black T-shirt I wore Before, the cotton softness was comfort and safety—the perfect wardrobe to wear besidelover Now, it was vulnerability and no protection

Locked in a room, stolen fro with fury I would’ve traded everything I owned for the strength to destroy the men who’d taken me I’d end their evil tyranny and pay the but two They’d burned down my house They’d murdered my parents They’d tried to kill me And most of all they’d destroyed the boy from my past

So many tithes to pay

And I had every intention of stripping ed and balancing the scales of justice once and for all

The truth is despicable

My eyes fell on the forged police report Rubix Killian had given me to read He expected me to buy his lies?

Stupid, stupid man

He’d done me a favor His lies had setwas hidden and everything revealed

I’d never been a victiht and spat, inheriting the swift te red hair Even when I was lost in the blank sea of amnesia, I put faith in my tenacity, trusted my instincts, and followed my heart

Now e I’d never heard before

This will never stop

Unless you stop them

The past would forever suck me back if I didn’t deal with the men who continued to puppeteer me at their whims

They have to die

They couldn’t be allowed to live because they would never be satisfied And men who could never be satisfied could never be trusted

Arthur “Kill” Killian, reen-eyed Libran, wanted these men dead

He’d plotted and sche years to claim closure and payback for all that they’d taken

He wants their blood

And now … so do I

My name was Cleo Price I’ve had so ly eht she crawled fro The FBI had tried to keep me safe until they found the true culprit of my attempted murder But now Cleo had been reborn, and not only did I rearettes, and battles fought on the backs of Harleys and choppers … but I also ree

Revenge to those who threatened our loved ones Swift punishment to any traitor In our world, society’s rules didn’t matter We followed our own black-and-white laith no leniency and swift punishment