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My mother trained me to be numb. To keep my volatile emotions carefully locked away. But when my drug-addicted stepfather decides to clear his debt by offering my sister to the Ruthless Mafia Men that run our city, I have no choice but to react. Keeping her safe is the only thing I've ever been good at. And, unlike her, I've already been scarred by the cruelties of our world. So I did the only thing I could do, the only thing that would ensure that they'd never go looking for her. I offered myself to big bad wolves instead.

The Reapers of Caspian Hills are powerful men. So powerful that when my idiotic stepfather offered them my little sister, I knew no one in their right mind would try to stop them. But I never claimed to be totally sane. Offering myself in Alex's place was borderline suicidal, but I strolled into the lion's den anyway. While the brothers definitely lived up to their ruthless reputation, I discovered they had a weakness after all—me.

I couldn't do broken. Broken is what he was. Broken is what I will always be. To his eyes, that held so much despair, I couldn't look for long. To his fist, that clenched so tightly, like he was locking away the sorrow. To his lips, that never uttered a word, from the years of heartbreak. And despite it all, I couldn't stay away from him. It was like he was drowning in an ocean, and I wanted to grab his face, and whisper to his lips, "Don't forget to breathe."

The Reapers were always supposed to be the villains in my story. They were the four ruthless brothers who ruled our city with an obscene amount of cash and more blood on their hands than the most vicious killers. When I first showed up on their doorstep, I was a toy. A shiny new object for the big bad wolves in designer suits to play with. They could use and abuse me as much as they wanted, and I knew no one would step in to stop them. I was nothing to them. That is, until I became everything.

I never expected to survive. To be protected. Wanted. Or seen. But somehow, Dallas, Niko, and Rome have managed to do all three. They were always supposed to be temporary. A job. Just the three men hired to pull me out of hell. But ever since they asked me to move in with them, they've become something more. But I'm not healed. Not whole. And I'm not even being honest with them. They have no clue the past I've tried so hard to outrun is creeping in around the edges. And when they find out I've been lying to them... It could destroy everything.

She saved me once. She probably doesn't remember. I can't forget her. Fourteen years ago, when we were small, I was starving. Not just my stomach rumbling, but hungry for kindness. For someone to look at me like I mattered. She did. Until she couldn't look at me at all. I learned how to survive...