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“Even before you were born, we belonged to each other, Vi,” I reminded her, trying to fight the desperation to grab on to her and hold her, because I could feel her slipping away from me more and more with each beat of my heart. “You were in your mom’s belly, but I still felt you in my heart. It was as if there was this invisible cord connecting your heart to mine. I can’t see it, but I feel it. Every damn day. You are mine.”

They call me the rocker’s princess, some even call me the dance prodigy, but none of them knows the real Mia Armstrong. Now that dancing is no longer my future, I don’t know either. All I want is the opportunity to find out, to have some time to try being just a little normal. I fought for the chance to go to college on my own. Without the guards overshadowing my shot at a real college experience. My goal was to get my degree and start my own dance school. Barrick wasn’t part of that goal, but suddenly, he was everywhere - and I was so damn tempted.

I knew who was meant to be mine as soon as I was old enough to understand what the definition of "want" was. Some would say it is an obsession. They may even whisper that I am . . . crazy. But when I set my mind on something, I don't stop until I have it. And what I want is him. Elias Reid. No one knows how twisted my mind has turned for him. How tangled up my heart has gotten over the older, sexy biker.

I'm the quiet one. The one everyone respects . . . but secretly fears. They should. I've seen the darkness in the world—and it has slowly bled into me until not even a glimmer of light remains. The women who come to Sanctuary are in need of someone to rescue them. It's my job to protect them. To send the monsters who terrorize them back into the abyss they slithered out of.

Some go through their entire lives without an arch-nemesis. I had two. The first one was my stepbrother, Manuel. His goal was to beat me into submission, until I was nothing more than a cowering wraith. Luckily, I had a guardian angel who saved me. The second was none other than my angel's brother, Garret Hannigan. In my teens, I'd had a crush on him, and I'd even fantasized about him saving me from Manuel. Until I saw the disgusting and scary things he wrote, and that crush faded fast.

Sure, I'm bored out of my mind at times—boring job, boring dates . . . boring life. But I'm over Nolan Krenshaw. At least . . . I've tried to move on and get over him. When Nolan's career is suddenly on the line, I'm the one he turns to. I tell myself the only reason I'm helping him is so I can officially put him behind me. Of course, it's a lie. He was all I ever wanted, until he broke my heart. This time, I'm not stupid enough to believe that he would ever put me first.

Destroy the Vitucci family from the inside out. Break them as they had broken our great-grandmother. That was the plan. Then I set eyes on Ciana Donati. The moment she appeared before me, everything changed. Sheena might think that I was her loyal soldier, but I was the one she should fear.

He calls me his heart. Tells me the only reason he closes his eyes at night is so he can see me in his dreams. Our months apart are torture for both of us, but at least I get to hear his voice every day. Each summer, he's all mine. Every minute he can spare, I'm right beside him, and our families just smile knowingly. Ryan has responsibilities, though. One day, my mafioso prince will be the king. And I will be his queen . . .

The beautiful, ethereal creature ran across the road on my way home one night. I nearly hit her and ended up wiping out in the process. A little dazed, I ran after her . . . And found her in the woods. Dirty and cold from living on the streets for weeks—but still so breathtaking, I was sure I was dreaming her. Delaney is deaf, scared, and on the run from her uncle. But now that I've found her, I won't let anything hurt her ever again.

We belonged to each other. Now and always. He slid that promise ring on my finger and made me his for the first time. But we had to keep it a secret from our fathers. Because mine would murder him, and his would help bury the body if they found out. Now, we don't have to keep the secret any longer. We just have to tell the dads . . . Unfortunately, that isn't our only obstacle.

Sometimes, beauty covers a whole lot of ugly. That was one of the many valuable lessons I learned the summer I lived in Creswell Springs with the Angel's Halo MC. They taught me about responsibility and respect—not just for others, but, more importantly, for myself. I liked to think I came home a better person. Someone who wasn't just pretty on the outside anymore. And then I met Zak. Golden eyes. Chiseled jaw. That deep, gravelly voice mixed with a slight Russian accent that did something to me no man ever had before.