Live or die? The moment they touched her, they made their choice.
Noah Lane was mine once. We had the kind of love that crawls beneath your skin and stays there. She was the girl I was ready to marry—before the stage, before the lights … before she left me with nothing but a broken promise.
The hold she had on me never faltered, not even when I saw his ring on her hand.
When I learned the truth behind the scars she hid, I became savage, unhinged, and obsessive.
What they did to her should have killed her.
They stole her voice, her fire, her body.
But she’s not their possession, not a victim. She belongs to me.
This isn’t anger, it’s madness. I’ll make every one of them pay for her tears, even if I have to tear down Heaven and piss on Hell to do it.
Fame won’t save them from her cowboy—watch me carve their sins into their skin.
