Terror

Meghan

I spent my whole life in foster care, moving from house to house, never feeling like I belonged. 

One day, I threw caution to the wind, left New York City, and drove across the country. I slept in my car and at gross, pay-by-the-hour motels. There were times I thought I was just one moment away from getting kidnapped. 

Until my car broke down in a small town in Texas. 

I never imagined that I would find my home there.

But my home is not a place. 

My home is him. 

But someone didn't like that Terror had claimed me as his.

Terror

My mother spoke of this beautiful waitress she had hired for months, and it's a shame I didn't meet her sooner. 

She took my breath away. 

She became mine—heart, body, and soul. 

My ole lady.

I would burn the world down to make sure she was safe and hand her the ashes of our destruction without hesitation.

And that's exactly what I had to do when a man from my past dared to touch what was mine. 

He would live to regret it.

People don't call me Terror for no reason, after all.