Seen By Larabe

My name is Larabee St. Clair and I am a retriever.

I grew up in an unorthodox environment, surrounded by violence and death. There wasn't a day I awoke and there wasn’t a trail of blood outside my back door. I watched my father degrade women, hurt women and use them like the pig he was. It made me savage. Sadistic. Dark. Unfeeling. I swore to myself when I was able to take my little sister from that life before I ended him, and I did, but not before I had to fight to get my sister back.

Now I work for the biggest crime family in the U.S., The DeSantis, headed by Giulia Desantis. She contracts me to retrieve girls who have been trafficked and or kidnapped by her enemies. I’m supposed to find, and kill anyone who stands in my way and return them home. That is what I do..well until her.

Satine changes my m.o. I find myself fighting two wars. One with the men trying to take her back from me and one within myself. Not to mention, if I don’t bring her back, Giulia could have my head, literally. But the thing is, once I get my hands on her, they won’t come off until she is bred with my kid and bound to me in blood and life.

I will kill anyone who tries to take her from me and betray all allegiances to keep her for myself. Satine not only changed me, but she changed the view. I see things I never saw and I don’t know if I can go back to who I was. But the one thing that will never change…Anyone who dares to come for us, will bleed at our feet.

Satine
My name is Satine Izabelle Coronado and I am an asset. In my family, women are nothing but bargaining tools, things to be sold for more power or incubators to sire heirs. My father, Felicisimo Coronado is the most ruthless man in Cuba and even he didn’t see my kidnapping coming.

I was meant to be arranged to a bad man but instead I was kidnapped and trafficked to New York by men my father thought he could trust. I was beaten, drugged and held in a damp, cold, basement, blindfolded for days, weeks even. I had no idea what my future held or if I would have one at all and then he saved me. Him, Larabee. He sees me.

He took me from that place, spilling blood along the way from those who felt I belonged to them. He told me he was supposed to take me back, return me to the very home that put me in this position. Before I could ask him not to, he told me he wouldn’t.

Larabee, my hero, took me, claimed me, protected me. He told me I belonged to him and that he would kill anyone who said different. What do you say to the man who has risked his life for you?

I vow to be beside him, be what he needs and where he needs me, even if it is on my knees before him. He is my darkness. He says I am his light. Our opposition will die in a rain of bullets or a wall of fire.