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He said he'd nurse me back to health—but first, he had to own me. I walked into his ER with the flu. Now I'm locked in his basement. Dr. Maguire—my neighbor, my stalker, my captor—insists he's taking care of me. That I'm too delicate for the world outside. That no one else could ever love...

I had a stalker. Three of them, actually. They'd been watching me from the shadows for years. And when the time was right, they seduced me with lies. Lured me into thinking they were good men. They aren't. Good men wouldn't have blackmailed me into being their captive. But they have, and they'll do anything to get revenge against my family, even if it destroys me. What they don't realize is that I know the truth. They're obsessed with me. Want to claim me. Own me—body and soul. Most of all, I see them. Damien's cruelty, Rome's anger, the pain behind Liam's scars…they call to me.

I've always been a freak in a mask. A cold-hearted psycho. Not fit for polite society. But not in her eyes. My stepsister, Shiloh, is everything I'm not. Kind. Sweet. Innocent. She took one look at me and saw someone worth saving. So, when she was assaulted and justice wasn't served, I took care of it. I became justice. That earned me eleven years in a psychiatric hospital. Everyone thought I'd be there for life. They were wrong. Now that I'm out, I want revenge. I'm going to destroy everyone who dared to hurt my girl while I was gone. But not before I'm taking what's mine, and that's Shiloh.

I never lose control. Just one moment of happiness might bring forth the evil that taints my blood. So, I stick to satisfying other people's fantasies with my kink dating app. That's how I found her. Regan Everglow is sweet. Deserving of all the beauty this life has to offer. But she's known darkness, too. Her control was stolen from her years ago. Now, she's ready to take it back. And I'm going to help.

I wasn't born a serial killer. The horror of my past made me what I am today. But I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Because only one thing gives me respite from my panic attacks. Murder. I used to have a broody protector that kept my demons at bay. His darkness rivaled my own, and he was my everything. Tragedy tore us apart when we were eighteen. And since then, he's stayed away. Not too far, though.