I’ve been fascinated with Kayce James since the night we first met. My infatuation with her has only grown as we spent countless nights revealing our darkest secrets and deepest desires with each other. There is only one word to describe what I feel for her—OBSESSION. One small thing plagues our otherwise perfect relationship. Kayce only knows me as the masked man behind her computer screen.

They say bad things happen in threes. For me, however, the fourth came in the form of Club Rapture. Locked in until morning, I'm forced to face unknown truths about myself, especially the lengths I’m willing to go to for praise. The Bloodied Skulls took everything that night. Stripped me bare and left me to pick up the pieces. Abandoned. Humiliated. Thrown into the shadows where my anger festered. Since then, I seek to find them and reap my revenge. They taught me to find pleasure in my pain, yet a bitter taste of anguish is all I’m left with.

Trista has been on the run for years, attempting to escape a past that isn’t willing to let her go. Life taught her that she can rely only on herself for survival, and in turn, it’s made her cold, calculating, manipulative, and just a little vindictive. She knows they’re out there searching for her. She knows someone will always be right behind her, but a life spent running and hiding is exhausting. A life spent fighting and outsmarting her pursuers takes a toll.

She's become my obsession. I hate her for it. I took her for another reason. But now? Now I don't think I'll let her go.

Lorenzo Botticelli is like royalty. His family runs this city. He is brutal, ruthless and always in control. He is not a man to be messed with. Avalie is a sassy, sarcastic woman who has spent her life learning how to fend for herself. She is not the type of woman you control.