I know who I am—I’m a one-percenter. I’m a bottom feeder of society; at least that’s what I’m told. Sure, I’ve made some mistakes but I’ve paid for them. I’m free and ready to prove that I’m not who everyone thought I was. I want things I never thought were possible until now—until her. Vivian Ward is my salvation and I won’t let her go.
Cillian James walked into my life and turned my boring little world on its ass. Everyone deserves a second chance to make things right and God, I want to be his. I know who he is; who everyone claims him to be but he’s not a killer. They might have given him the nickname “Kill” but those assholes don’t know him like I do. He’s so much more than what they’ve made him.