Stolen

Five years. 

That’s how long it took me to find her.


Five years after my world shattered, leaving me a scarred and broken man. 


By then, the girl I knew was gone. In her place stood a woman. One who looked like an angel. An impossible, beautiful angel.


I killed for her. Soaked my hands in the blood of those who hurt her and rescued her from hell. 


But hell has a way of following you. Becoming a part of you. Maybe the only part you recognize.  


I had every intention of bringing her home. Setting her free. 

I swear I did. 


But the men who stole her all those years ago weren’t done with her yet. They’d stop at nothing to get her back. And I’d kill any man who tried to take her from me. 


She calls me her avenging angel. 

But I know the truth. 

I’m no angel. 


Because even as I tell myself I’m protecting her I know one thing for sure. 


I am a monster, too. No better than them.

Because just like them, I’ll never let her go.