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I'm Vanessa Barsetti, the daughter of the infamous Crow Barsetti. My father taught me how to fight. If a man lays a hand on me, I'll put him in his grave. As a Barsetti, I'm proud, stubborn, and don't take nonsense from anybody. I walk home from a bar and take the wrong path. And witness a brutal crime. The murderer won't let me go. He's handsome, lethal, and terrifying. With tattoos on his forearms and a presence full of threat, he's a shade of evil I've never encountered. And then he tells me the most terrifying thing of all. His name is Bones.

She saved my life. She promised she wouldn't intervene, that her loyalty was to her family, not me. But she did it anyway. Now everything is different. I can feel it with every kiss, every time she's underneath me. This isn't a meaningless fling anymore. It's so much more. I know it...and she knows it.

Crow Barsetti knows about me—and he doesn’t like it. I know he’s paying his top guys to dig up every piece of dirt they can find, but I don’t care what he discovers. There’s nothing I’ve done that he hasn’t done himself. All that matters is I love his daughter—and he’s going to accept it. I get a call in the middle of the night while Vanessa is dead asleep—and it’s him. He asks to meet in the back of one of his clubs, where we can speak without his daughter’s interruption. It’s the first time I’ve ever been nervous. Not because of who I’m meeting—but why.

All this time, I thought Cauldron was the answer to all my problems. But nope. Now he's a much bigger problem.

It's complicated. Am I allowed to say that? Am I allowed to use that as an excuse to feel something toward the man that runs this place, the reason I'm here in the first place, as well as my sister, Raven? They call him The Boss. I call him Fender. And he calls me beautiful. I can tell myself I'm just using him to get what I want. But we both know that's not true.

London is a lot more useful than I anticipated. She gets me what I need like a pro. With her by my side, I feel like I can do anything. My need for revenge is dimmed. My anger is contained. But her brother is still a problem. She wants me to let him go. I'm not sure if I can.

I knew a relationship with Cauldron wouldn't be easy. But I underestimated just how challenging it would be. How can you love someone that refuses to love you back? How can you love someone that betrays you not once, but twice?

My father wouldn’t approve of most of the men I’ve dated—but definitely not him. His name is Bones—and he’s an enemy to my family. I thought I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but he planned this moment long ago. He’s taken me captive—and he wants the life that was stolen from him. Killing and torturing me is his best way to accomplish that. But the intensity between us is overpowering.

She betrayed me. After everything I did for her. Now, I’ll have to suffer the consequences of that mistake. But then, I’ll get the revenge that I deserve.

I wasn't sure what changed my mind about giving London to Bones, but something did. Now London is officially mine. She's sassy, feisty, and she still tells me off when I have her under my thumb. I love it. Now I have a deal with the Barsetti brothers, Josephine is still pining for me, and revenge is heavy on my mind. I'm not sure what to do with London now that I'm not gonna kill her. But I'm certainly not going to fall in love with her.

A line was drawn in the sand. I made my choice. I picked her over him. But I begin to regret that choice, and when Raven wants to destroy the camp, I know I'll regret it even more.

I’m supposed to be his prisoner—but I’m the one that won’t let him leave. Every time he has a new hit, the separation is unbearable. I wait for him to come home on pins and needles. I paint alone in the bedroom, and now my artwork has changed. I used to paint homes and landscapes…but now I’ve painted a person. A man standing on the bank of a lake surrounded by snow.

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and a group of thugs dragged me down an alleyway. I tried to invoke fear by telling them exactly who I was, Carmen Barsetti, the daughter of Cane Barsetti. But my name didn’t protect me—only his did.