They say there are defining points in your life – moments where you f**ked it all up, moments that make you its bitch, moments that shape you into the person you are.
The day I met Braxton Ward was one of my moments.
My name’s Melissa Hart, and I don’t think you’re ready for this story.
I go by a few names: Hella, Brax, 112, or, depending on whether I’ve been balls deep in you or not, C*nt. I don’t push the boundaries because in order to do so, one must have them. I’ve never had them. Being homeless at the not-so-tender age of fifteen morphed me into an emotionless shell, and when The Army recruited me, that shell turned into steel.
They say if fire is hot enough, it can melt steel; the hate that burns between Melissa Hart and me just might be hot enough.
Shit doesn’t come easy for us. Enemies are expanded, secrets are revealed, and lives will be taken. Yeah, I’m Braxton “Hella” Ward, and you bet your f*cking ass that you ain’t ready for this story
Hella. What a messed up man! He was dark. Maybe the darkest guy that I’ve ever read about. You knew he was dark in the first book of the series but WOW! You truly get to see the level of darkness that lives in his soul in this book. It was cringe worthy.
This story is about the intense attraction between Hella and Melissa. It’s not an easy road to witness. Hella is a stubborn asshole. His treatment of Melissa is less than chivalrous. At times, it’s just plain cruel and selfish.
Melissa has her own demons to fight. A shattering tragedy in her teenage years has shaped her in to the woman she now is. She’s smart, caring and a hot ass mess. Her humor made me laugh a lot. She handles Hella very well.
I liked this book better than the first in the series. Be warned though, there is graphic violence and possibly triggers for some readers.