Psychological War

Book 1

Salem
Everything was ripped away from me when I was a child. I watched as they took my family away. They tried to get rid of me as well. I survived. I watched and learned. Learned until it was time. Time for them to meet their worst nightmare. They think I died that night. She did. Only someone else was born. Ghost.

Zane
I’m just the enforcer for the Bratva. I don’t care about much. Not until I find her. Except something is different about her. She’s not scared of anything. She walks into danger, and she fights like her life has no meaning. I can’t understand why she hides the secrets she does. All I know is I want to know more. I want to know who she is.

Aziza

Everything reminds me of him. The one who left me when I finally got out. So, I ignore the pain and devote myself to helping my best friend get revenge. Until he shows up.

The memories of our childhood come back. The memories of him loving me, protecting me, caring for me. But I can’t let him in my heart again because when he leaves again, I won’t survive it.

And when they find out the truth, of who I really am, they’ll all leave, and I’ll be left with the destruction of who I really am.

Killian

I left. Abandoned her.

But it was all to protect her. I had to protect the girl who brings lightness into my dark days. And when I show up at her best friend’s house, she runs. She hates me and threatens to stab me. But there’s something different about her. She hides herself; she hides everything. 

But I’ll figure it out. She won’t escape me.

Izel
I learned what they were going to do to us. I saw what they planned on doing to my brother. So, we ran. Until someone called Devil was hired to get rid of us. Only he practiced torture techniques on me. He needed to make sure they hurt. It did. Now he’s dead and I’m trapped inside a cage in the basement, trying to figure a way out. Until some masked man showed up, and I was not prepared for him. Or what I was going to have to do.

Zion
I’m a monster.
I’m what they call The Butcher. A hired hitman.
No remorse, no feelings, I don’t care. Until I find her in a cage with a collar wrapped around her neck. She’s feisty and doesn’t listen when I tell her no. More importantly, she’s not scared of me. She looks me in the eye, she laughs at me, and she says whatever is on her mind. She enrages me—someone I shouldn’t want, but someone I need. She sees me for who I am; she sees me as more than a monster in a mask.