Bet you thought I was dead, huh? Pfft. I'm a lot harder to kill than that.
I thought I was safe surrounded by my fated mates and Gavin. Boy, was I wrong.
Who I once thought was nothing more than an over-inflated bimbo turned out to be the devil in disguise. Determined to destroy my very existence. She's tried to kill me more than once. No shocker there. And even as death has knocked on my door, I haven't succumbed to his whispered promises of peace.
But as we lick our wounds, our enemies go into hiding, waiting for the opportune time to strike. Again. They threaten my happily-ever-after with the three guys I've given my heart to while that same damn organ pulls me in the direction of the one it shouldn't.
Stupid heart. You'd think it would be smarter than this. But things change, just like people do. When we finally start to come together as a pack, our enemies return; our ultimate demise in their sights.
But they obviously haven't learned yet that I'm Haylee fucking Storm, Mafia heir, and their worst nightmare.
