Angol
My pretty little Storm didn't want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity.
Which was good, because my reputation wasn't built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them.
That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage.
I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly.
Because Olivia was keeping a secret when I found her that night.
The leader of the Velvet Cage took more than just her freedom from her. He took away her consent. And the consequences were growing in her belly.
But as my pretty little Storm recovered in my dark penthouse, I made a vow to her.
I'd spend the rest of my days protecting her. Keeping her. Loving her, and her baby.
However, would my desire to avenge her suffering ultimately return her to the dangers of the Velvet Cage?
