Saint View Strip

I’m the ruling queen of Saint View Strip. After growing up poor, taking my clothes off and dancing for men is all I know. My thriving club and the people I employ are everything. They’re my ride or die, and I’m theirs.

Each Sunday morning, I stand in robes at an altar and preach about being good and moral. But when night falls, I take justice into my own hands, stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Ending the lives of men who never deserved to step foot inside my church. Until I meet her.

Kill? That's easy. My family runs a murder-for-hire business. I can end a man in my sleep without so much as taking off my eye mask. Marry? If my mother has her way, I'll be walking down the aisle with her rival's psychopath son. But Riddick is more likely to stab me during his vows than love and cherish me for a lifetime. Kiss? My history with men says I'm better off with a vibrator. But then Augie Mitchell looks at me with his ocean blue eyes and I want to let him prove he's as talented with his tongue as he claims to be.

I’ve spent five years in hell, chained up by a man who was supposed to love me. My family thinks I’m dead. I would be, if it weren’t for the little boy born into a nightmare. I breathe only for him. Until Zane walks back into my life. My brother-in-law. The teenager I once knew, now all grown-up. He’s a prisoner, just as I am. I don’t trust him—but I have no one else.