Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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PROLOGUE
DANTE
If you kill evil, it doesn’t stay dead.
I’ve watched too many devils rise from the ashes and come back even stronger than before. I prayed it wouldn’t happen with my father, but his legacy still lives on in his colleagues and acquaintances.
I lived in the darkness for far too long. From the moment I realized what being a Savage meant, I never wanted to embrace it. But it wasn’t until I got older that I allowed tiny pinpricks of light to shine through the shadows surrounding me.
Instead of breaking, I became stronger. I wanted nothing more than to make the bastards, who reveled in the filth of their sordid desires, pay.
Which brings me to where I am today, seeking vengeance for the past.
As I twist the knife in his throat, I can’t help but smile at the bastard’s agonized expression. His face contorts as he screams and then gurgles while blood spurts from the wound, drenching my hand in crimson.
There’s nothing better than hearing a piece of shit like him take his final breath. The sound of death is a symphony to my ears. I replay it each night in the darkness of my bedroom because it brings me solace.
When I was younger, I would imagine killing the men who my father brought into the mansion I grew up in.
My brother and I lived in a house that was never a home. It was a space where the horrors of daily life will forever haunt us. It didn’t matter what we did, there was never a reprieve from the pain, from the torture.
Our father was a monster. My brother, Drake, and I are survivors. Even though I hate thinking of myself in that way, there’s no denying it. We survived some of the worst experiences any child could suffer.
That’s why I’ve made it my life’s mission to make these fuckers pay. Each and every one of them will die by my hand.
“Dante.” Harper’s voice comes from behind me.
She’s been taking notes, writing down names, addresses, and any other useful information we can get out of this sick bastard.
I pull the knife from the neck of the man who’s know dead. His head hangs morbidly to the side as if it’s about to fall off. I don’t care if it does. I’ve seen a lot worse.
“Have you got everything we need?” I demand.
I’m a coldhearted bastard when I’m working, but the amazing thing about Harper is she understands. It’s Rayne who struggles at times with my aloofness.
“Yeah,” she whispers as she pushes to her feet.
Harper’s long, chestnut hair hangs to the middle of her back, and as she runs her fingertips over her neck, she swipes some of the vibrant strands to the side. Moving to Europe and leaving the past behind has been good for her. She has grown more confident, stronger. But looking at her expression now, all I can see is pain and sorrow.
I can feel the tension building in my shoulders. When one of my girls is sad or in pain, it’s like a knife to the gut. I don’t want to see them hurt.
Even though I have a protective nature when it comes to Harper and Rayne, I still struggle to feel anything other than hate.
Hate is one emotion I’m all too familiar with. I thought Drake would be the same. But my brother has found his forever with Caia and River, and through them, I’ve learned what true love looks like.
“Are you okay?” My voice is raspy.
Before Harper can reply, Rayne walks into the dungeon with a smile on her face.
“I feel good today,” she announces as she bounds up to me and leaps into my arms.
The blood I’m caked in doesn’t bother her. She’s so used to seeing the destruction that comes from violence she’s numb to it. I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or a bad one, but I wrap my arms around her and walk us over to Harper.
“I’m glad you’re feeling good,” I tell Rayne before turning my attention back to Harper. “Are you okay?” I ask her again.
Reading the tension on Harper’s face, Rayne slips her legs down so she’s standing beside me. Something has Harper spooked. I’m not sure if it’s the interrogation we’ve just done, or if it’s something else, but she needs to tell me.
The one thing the three of us have agreed on is that we will always tell the truth. We don’t hide shit from each other anymore. When we first started this relationship, I didn’t think we’d be together all these months later, but here we are. It’s been the best thing for me. And for the girls too.
“It’s one of the names he gave us,” Harper finally whispers, and I watch as she struggles with her thoughts. “I recognize it. He’s one of Bane’s friends.”