I had it all.Or, at least, that’s what everyone else thought.Between my husband being the president of the Demons of Hell and his club, I had a “family.”Except the only thing that made us a family was my husband’s persistent reminders that it was.But a family doesn’t turn a blind eye to things.A family doesn’t let one of their own become a punching bag for their mistakes.For all the pent-up anger … mistakes.
For all the pent-up anger and frustration for something that isn’t even my fault.
My “family” was the reason I nearly died.
And when Rage came into my life, he was all I could see.
The only thing that suddenly mattered.
Too bad I didn’t listen to the warnings before I became obsessed.
After all, with a name like Rage, what was I expecting?
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