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Mummy collapses against him, her sobs muffled by his broad chest. “He’s gone, Papa. Truly gone. What am I to do now? How will we survive this?”

Grandfather cups her face, his thumbs brushing away her tears with a tenderness I’ve rarely seen from him. “We will endure, my sweet girl. And we will have our vengeance. This I vow to you.” His gaze hardens, flint-sharp and cold as a winter gale. “The monsters who took our beloved Thomas from us will rue the day they were born.”

As I watch the adults who form the fractured remains of my world, their faces ravaged by a pain I’m only beginning to comprehend, a chill skitters down my spine.

They will pay, Daddy.

They will pay for stealing you away.

For breaking Mummy’s heart.

For shattering the innocent bliss of my childhood.

This I promise you.

On every star in the velvet sky, on every breath left in my small body.

One day, they will know my wrath. And it will be a reckoning like no other.

CHAPTER ONE

Turmoil

Present Day…

The clubhouse is bumping tonight, thumping with bass and whoops of celebration.

Everyone seems to be decked out in green like shamrocks come to life.

I spot Danica across the room in a skintight emerald dress and my lips curve into a grin.

Hawk is going to lose his shit when he sees her.

I saunter over, my eyes dragging up her curves. “Looking spicy as hell tonight, darlin’. You aiming to break some hearts?”

She rolls her eyes, dark lashes fluttering. “You’ll never learn, Turmoil. I’m not interested.” Her words are dismissive but there’s a playful glint in her eyes.

I lean in, my voice a low rumble. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. We both know you want me.”

“In your dreams,” she scoffs, but a smile tugs at her red lips.

I chuckle, holding her stare a beat longer before turning on my heel and heading for the bar.

I need a fucking drink.

As I wait for my whiskey, long nails trail across the bartop and I glance over to see Sassy eyeing me like I’m dinner.

She purrs, batting her lashes. “I’d be more than happy to spend some time with you tonight, baby,”

I lick my lips, considering it.

She’s hot as fuck, no doubt, but the bitch has a problem staying in her lane.

For fuck’s sake, she’s a clubwhore who runs around the club like she’s an ol’ lady.

“Don’t forget this. You’re at the bottom of the totem pole, Sassy. Keep messing with shit and you’re gonna find yourself out on your ass,” I warn, my tone bored with her shenanigans.

She presses closer, her tits grazing my arm. “Let’s go to your room. I’ll make it worth your while and show you just how apologetic I can be.”

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