My life got turned upside down when I got an inheritance from the grandmother I never knew existed. Of course, it came with stipulations, one of them being that I attend this rich as hell private school. Not so bad, right? Wrong. I come from the wrong side of the tracks, and I thrive there. Cursing is my only language, I’m covered in tattoos, and the sound of breaking bones is like music to my ears.

I’m bored though. Ever since my uncle put me on the back burner due to a small incident, I’ve been going out of my damn mind not doing the usual jobs for him–the bloody ones. So I decided to give it a go and rich bitch myself up, looking and acting nothing like the real me: unobservant, meek, and innocent. None of which I am even close to being.

I figured I’d do it for a day and then say I tried and call it quits. The problem? The Kings, Rome, Ace, Rip, Malachi, and Mason, took an instant interest in me, bringing me into their group. So I’ve been playing meek and mild for months when all I want to do is have my wicked way with them–that is until they suddenly turn on me.

I think it’s about time the real me came out to play, and it’s a damn shame no one can warn them it’s going to get bloody!

Contains mature themes.