Hell hath no fury…
I thought I was trading one evil for a lesser one. Marry a man I might eventually love, forge an alliance between his gang and my father’s, and get out from under Dad’s sadistic thumb.
Turns out my fiancé has other plans. Like slaughtering me and my entire family the night before the wedding.
I make it out alive, left with nothing but a thirst for vengeance. But if I want to crush the prick who betrayed me, I have to turn to the biggest pricks of them all.
Hot, cocky, and dangerous, Wylder Noble and his men rule Paradise Bend. Their help doesn’t come cheap. I’ve got to prove I’m strong enough to deserve it.
Whatever they throw at me, I can take it. No taunting words or scorching looks will break the wall around my heart.
They think I’m made of glass? I’m a girl of shards that can cut you to the bone.
Before this is over, someone’s going to bleed. And this time, it won’t be me.
My father had battered enough sense into me that I parked three houses down from the Nobles’ grand mansion rather than right out front, because at this point the car was basically a moving crime scene along with being stolen. My thigh stuck to the seat for a second before I peeled myself out; the whole side of my lovely dress was soaked with my blood. I staggered a little on the asphalt. There wouldn’t have been anywhere to park in front of the Nobles’ house anyway. Sedans and sports cars cluttered the broad driveway and both sides of the street almost as far as my car. Tuning out the pain in my arm and the trickle of blood over my skin, I gathered myself as well as I could and strode across the expansive lawn to the front door, which stood half open. These were the people who ruled all of Paradise Bend. If anyone could crush Colt into the smithereens he deserved, it was the Nobles. The faint bass of a rock song thumped through the doorway, hitting me at full force the moment I stepped into the foyer. People milled around—men and women bobbing with the music, waving glasses around, mashing their faces together and sometimes their hips too. A few older guys stood stern-faced watching the crowd. I avoided them, melding into the mass of bodies. None of the partiers seemed to notice my seeping wound or the blood saturating my dress. Too caught up in their posh, powerful lives, huh? These idiots couldn’t help me. I needed the actual Nobles. Dad had pointed the father and heir out to me once a few years back when we’d crossed paths with them at a distance. Fancy suits, fiery auburn hair, faces like carved marble. Rich pricks, I’d thought at the time, but I’d also committed their names to memory. You never knew when a stray tidbit Dad or any of the other Claws dropped might come in handy. I dragged those names out of my whirling head. Ezra. Ezra Noble. He was the big boss. And the son— I stepped through another doorway, and my gaze latched onto a head of tousled auburn hair. Speak of the devil. My lips curled into a wobbly smile. Wylder. That was him. He was bent over a pool table right now, lining up a shot. No suit jacket tonight, just a navy-blue button-up with the sleeves rolled up over his muscular forearms, brawny shoulders flexing in a way that would make a lesser woman want to run her hands all over them. I had more important things to take care of tonight. As I wove through the spectators to the table, the guy landed his shot and straightened up into a cocky pose. The man next to him, a handsome hulk with cropped black hair, shot him a grin. A skinny blonde in a dress that covered more of her arms than her boobs shimmied where she’d decided to dance stripper-style on the edge of the table. The guys didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her, but she glowered at me. I ignored her too and marched straight up to Wylder. Or maybe it was more a sway. The floor was getting tipsy on me. “Wylder Noble,” I demanded, prodding him in the arm with a determined finger. The guy turned, his eyebrows rising. Fuck, he was stunning up close. Blazing green eyes, sculpted jaw, nose just a tad crooked so he was perfectly imperfect. That kind of face should be illegal. “You want something?” he said coolly, and another surge of dizziness rose up over me, fogging the edges of my vision. Wylder’s gaze dropped to my dress, and a flash of something beyond calculated boredom crossed his expression. Probably peeved I was bleeding all over his swanky floor. “I need to talk to you,” I announced. “Now.” Which might have gotten me farther if the world hadn’t closed in on me completely then. My legs gave, and everything went black.
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