Abby
Love is for the weak. At least that's what I've always been taught.
A weekend in the arms-and bed-of an imposing drug dealer almost had me changing my tune and following my heart, only for him to leave me like everyone else, forcing me to renew my focus on myself.
Then everything changes-every man I date ghosts out of nowhere, my apartment never looks how I left it, even mysterious gifts show up with no return address.
How could I have known the man I spent one weekend with years ago kept me in his sights, hiding in the shadows until the perfect time to take me back and this time, keep me all to himself?
Kolson
When I met her, I was just a hard up dealer with nothing to his name. I couldn't keep her, no matter how much I wanted to. She was perfect. And I didn't deserve her.
Dealing drugs was supposed to be a way to make quick cash and give myself the life I always wanted. The life I was never given growing up.
Making my way to the top didn't come easy. It took years of hard work and dedication. The same dedication I only gave to one other thing: her.
I kept watch for years-protected my siren and made sure she wanted for nothing. It's finally time to come out of the shadows and claim what's mine.
