I never hesitated to take a life in the name of my club, the RBMC. If they were stupid enough to cross us, then they didn't deserve to live anyway. Other people recoiled at the thought of torturing another human being, not me. When death crawled closer, and I began to smell all those lost souls surrounding me, I found myself the most alive. I was a flawed individual, there was absolutely no questioning that. My insides were made up of too many fragmented pieces that were damaged beyond mending to ever return to normalcy…not that I ever truly knew it anyway.
All of this was as natural to me as breathing, so questioning motives and being an enforcer was never something I did. It was not difficult to accept a life of wickedness when it was all I've ever known.
Insert the problem, the most gorgeous broken beauty I had ever met. Her mind was sinister, maybe even worse than my own. The dynamic between us became a messed-up game of sadism, lust, and animosity. We never knew from one second to the next if the other's fantasies were ones driven by adoration or disgust.
To love or hate someone was intimate and elegant. Each took careful consideration for a person to feel, but the lines were often blurred with us. It wasn't clear if either of us would survive the other, but that didn't stop us. She was my addiction, and I was her obsession. Both of us were dangerous and unpredictable apart, but when our lives were interlaced so tightly, the result could be lethal.
This book is intended to be a prequel to the first in the series, Bad Like Me. However, each book is written so it may be read as a standalone and in any order.