prologue
I’m always watching.
I was watching her then, and I’m watching her now.
I’ve never stopped watching her.
Watching and waiting.
Always watching and waiting.
I remember the first day I met her. She was young, but her eyes betrayed everything she’d seen and experienced.
With one look into her breathtaking, turquoise eyes, I could see the darkness that lurked within. Her demons called out to me, and I answered the call. Every time.
We’re connected in a way I can’t explain. I’m drawn to her like a magnet and have been ever since that day.
I lost her nearly six years ago when she decided to marryhim; the bastard that beat her and bruised the delicate body that should’ve been worshipped. I stayed away because she looked happy and wore a bright smile in every photo. I should’ve known she was miserable. Her smile never met her eyes, and I know her well enough to know how much her eyes light up when she’s genuinely happy.
I should’ve known, and I should’ve saved her from that hell.
Because I’m always watching, I know what’s happening with her now, and where she’s at. I’ve been tracking her and waiting since she was taken from that alley at Confess nightclub. Just watching from the background and waiting for my chance to come out of the shadows and go to her.
The Triad tried to save her and failed.Hefailed, and he will pay for it.
I love her, and unlike him, I won’t fail.
She’s mine. She’s been mine since the very beginning, and it’s time she comes to be with me where she belongs.
I wait across the street, hidden in the shadows of the night, watching the scene that rolls out in front of me.
I watch when they go inside the house.
I watch when they brawl in the street.
And I watch when they drive away, leaving her behind in the house. A house I knew she had been at for the last four days, but I didn’t have the opportunity to get inside. I guess I have them to thank for that.
But the difference between me and those Triad fuckers is they gave up on saving her, but I won’t. I never will.
I wait until the coast is clear, then run across the street and into the red brick house, searching for her. She isn’t hard to find.
I follow the smell of the smoke, which leads me into the basement. Getting to her is easy—way too easy.
The closer I get to her, the more my anger stirs within me. It stems from the fact that they let her down.
Helet her down.
They didn’t even try to save her. They left her behind in the burning basement, bleeding out and chained to the wall.
Since I’m the savior she needs, and the only one who truly cares about her, I rescue her from the flaming house that threatens to steal her from me.
I risk myself to save her because that’s what you do for those you love. So, I take what’s mine, and get the fuck out of there.
For her, I’d walk through the flames of hell. I’d do anything for her, no matter the risk.
It doesn’t matter that she’s without a pulse or cold and blue.
I have her back. And that’s all that matters.