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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. A target has been painted on my back. My heart is a tangled mess. But I've never been one to roll over and give up, no matter how bleak things look.

“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. I have no idea what Silas was talking about, but it doesn’t matter. My husband and the two dark-souled bikers I was starting to fall for have vowed that I’m going to pay for what I took from them—in blood, if it comes to that.

I was a good girl once, but now I’ve got bloody hands and a broken heart. 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. Alec Beckham forced me to do the unthinkable, shredding my heart with the squeeze of a trigger. And he’s not done with me yet.

Everything in my life has been turned on its head. My allies have become enemies, and my enemies have become...I don't even know what.

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.

The Icons got what they wanted. My life is a smoldering wreck because of them. But that doesn't mean I'm done fighting. What I did to Trent is just the beginning. He deserves so much worse for what he's done to me. West and Reese are no better. They told me they cared about me, but when it mattered most, they took his side over mine. My body still craves all of them. But my broken heart? It just wants to take all of them down.

These three gorgeous mages have met their match. Me. As one of the best fighters in Boston’s underground MMA ring, I love taking down cocky men who think a woman can’t possibly beat them. That is, until the day I throw a punch and hit my opponent with magic instead of my fist. Turns out, I’m Magic Blessed, a human with powers gifted by the gods. As part of my magical training, I have to compete in a deadly magical game to prove my worth. And to survive, I’ll need to team up with three sexy, infuriating men.

I never asked for these powers. I never asked to be yanked away from my perfectly good life and forced to come here. But the gods have gifted me with magic, and now I have no choice. If I was smart, I’d keep my head down and play it safe until I can graduate. And I definitely wouldn’t go up against the three gorgeous, infuriating men who rule the school - Trace, Merrick, and Lachlan. But when we’re all chosen to compete in the Gods’ challenge, a deadly competition for the honor of meeting the gods themselves, teaming up with my bullies may be my only chance at survival.

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. No matter what it takes, I’ll make my keepers pay. The man who took everything from me. The man who shared his secret with me. The man who made me think he cared about me.

All it took to blow my world apart was a single word. A name. Sabrina. Like a patchwork reforming in my mind, snapshots of my past are starting to filter back. And with every piece I remember, fury grows inside me like a hurricane. The man who captured me wants to bury the past, and me along with it. But I’m not afraid of him. I won’t let him hide his secrets in the dark.

I wanted answers. And, holy shit, did I get them. But now all I have are more questions and a bunch of powers I don’t know how to control. After the shocking revelation that left me reeling, I’m left questioning everything about myself. But at least there are three men who still believe in me. Three men who will fight by my side no matter what. Lachlan, Trace, and Merrick each hold a piece of my heart. I never thought I needed anyone, but they’re mine now, and I’m theirs. And if the gods want to come for them...they’ll have to get through me.

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, and mine finds me on my wedding day when four brutal, dangerous men drag me from the altar in a hail of gunfire. Four men who used to be four boys. Four boys I cared about. Four boys I left behind. They’re not the same boys I knew though, and whatever we may have once been to each other, it doesn’t matter anymore.

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. With my father in prison for fraud and nothing left to our name, my mom and I are forced to move to a tiny house across town, and I transfer to Slateview Public. The only problem is, nearly everyone at my new school has reason to despise my family name. They want to see a princess brought low, and they’ll do whatever it takes to make me fall.

In the aftermath of a single gunshot, my life seems to be splitting apart at the seams. Nathaniel can never discover what my boys did, but keeping it hidden from him may be harder than we hope. Especially since I'm still being pulled between two loyalties, two halves of myself. Between duty and love. Between my old life and my new one.

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. Instead, I’m about to face the wrath of the Syndicate—and the only thing that will satisfy them is my blood. But even with the odds stacked against us, I’ll never go down without a fight. After all, I have something to fight for now: the men who’ve claimed me—body, heart, and soul. They’re my Princes of Carnage. And I’ll be their princess of vengeance.

My whole life, I’ve been groomed as American royalty, raised to be the perfect daughter of the wealthy elite. On my sixteenth birthday, my father bought me an Aston Martin. And on my seventeenth birthday, the Feds took everything away. With my father in prison for fraud and nothing left to our name, my mom and I are forced to move to a tiny house across town, and I transfer to Slateview Public.

How can the four men who stole me from my life be the same men who saved my life? And in the aftermath of that terrible night, where do we go from here? I don’t know what to believe anymore. I don’t know who to trust. All I know is that someone wants me dead. Someone is plotting in the shadows. The men vow they’ll keep me safe, but all of them are bound by duty to deliver me to Damian Novak, no matter what the consequences.

Betrayal has rocked the Novak Syndicate, and a new enemy has emerged from the shadows. The same question that haunted Damian Novak now haunts me too. Why? I’m terrified of what my hunt for answers might reveal, but I’ll do whatever it takes to bring down this threat. Because I have something to fight for now. Ciro, Hale, Zaid, and Lucas.

Our love doesn't make sense. But it might be the only thing that saves us. After the bombshell my father dropped on me, it feels like my whole world is unraveling. Everything I was brought up to believe has turned out to be a lie, and this life that looks so perfect from the outside is anything but. There's only one thing that feels real anymore. One thing I can trust. The Lost Boys are mine. And I'm theirs. No matter what.