Eva Ashwood

I was the girl no one looked at twice. Until they saw me. My whole life, no one has had my back. My parents are dead, my adoptive mother is a drug addict, and the mean girls on campus mock me for my scars.

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear vengeance like a suit of armor. I’ve got a list with six names on it. Six people who wronged me, who hurt me, who took everything from me. Six people who turned me into the monster I am now. And I’ve crossed off every name but one....

After my fiancé dumps me because “chubby girls aren’t wife material,” Beckett, Tristan, and Ryder insist on joining me for the drive back to my hometown.

Those four words are more than a death sentence. They’re proof that happy endings were never meant for people like me. I thought we’d gotten away with it. Ambrose is dead, and I should be celebrating with my men.

My whole life, no one has had my back. My parents are dead, my adoptive mother is a drug addict, and the mean girls on campus mock me for my scars. So when I end up desperate for money and out of options, I agree to sell the one thing I have left: my innocence....

In Fairview Heights, there’s one rule everyone knows. Don’t cross the Black Rose gang. Not if you want to live. My father broke that rule. Now he owes the notorious Black Roses a favor, and to make sure he pays up, they’re taking me as collateral....

My whole life, I’ve been groomed as American royalty, raised to be the perfect daughter of the wealthy elite. On my 16th birthday, my father bought me an Aston Martin. And on my 17th birthday, the Feds took everything away....

I can still hear the gunshot. Still see the blank look on Sloan’s face as he pulled the trigger. Those images beat against the inside of my skull, drowning out everything else. I can’t let my dad’s death be for nothing....

My father was once a powerful player in the Chicago underground, but six years ago, he left that life behind. The ghosts of the past never forgot him, though. Dad promised me we were safe, but I should’ve known that was just another one of his lies....

I’ve got a list with six names on it. Six people who wronged me, who hurt me, who took everything from me. Six people who turned me into the monster I am now....

There are secrets buried inside of me. From scars I don't remember getting to memories that creep at the edges of my mind, I know there are answers just out of my reach. I'm missing something. Something important....

In Fairview Heights, there’s one rule everyone knows: Don’t cross the Black Rose gang. Not if you want to live. My father broke that rule. Now, he owes the notorious Black Roses a favor, and to make sure he pays up, they’re taking me as collateral....

I’ll do anything to protect them. Even if it means walking away. The Voronin brothers didn’t just save my life. They showed me what it’s like to be truly cared for, to be a part of an unbreakable bond. Which is why I have to do this....

With vengeance burning like fire in my blood, I convinced myself it didn’t matter who I hurt, as long as I made the Black Roses pay for my dad’s death. But my father is alive. And now Gavin wants me dead. Trust is in short supply....

They say the devil goes by many names, and I know four of them: Ciro, Hale, Zaid, and Lucas. My father was once a powerful player in the Chicago underground, but six years ago, he left that life behind. The past always finds you....

“What’s yours is mine…” Those are the words I spit like poison at Nico, Killian, and Atlas as we stood in front of their burning clubhouse. They’re the same words he said to me after Silas dropped the bombshell none of us saw coming: that I’m valuable somehow.

They were my bullies once. Three boys I hated more than anything. They made my life hell for a year - until I escaped their cruelty when my dad's job moved us away. I've never forgotten them, though. Never forgotten what they did. And I know they haven't forgotten me....

After spending years feeling like I never fit in anywhere, I thought I had found a place where I might truly belong. With the Voronin brothers. By their sides. In their beds. A part of their lives. But none of it was real....

When Julian Maduro and his wretched sister breathed their last, I thought that would be the end of it. But I should’ve remembered the brutal truth that’s been beaten into me over and over again…people like me don’t get happily ever afters....

We may be on the same team, but the real question is: Will we manage to win this game before the insane chemistry between us kills us all first? Listen to find out....