The Beast (Club Mafia. #5)

The beasts have sharp claws to draw blood. Sometimes that blood is his own.

When blood spills and drips from the cracks of madness, a weaker man would curl up and die.

If you are strong, you ignore pain and use it against your enemy.

That man cannot fail. That man is now a Beast.

They call me The Beast for a good reason.

I fight to win and I'm not afraid.

Then I met Winter.

One night was all we had, but it was a night that changed my life.

They say love can't come as fast as lightning. Lust maybe, but never love.

I disagree.

They stole her from me and she married another.

I crave any allusion to her, and I cannot sleep at night worrying about the arms in which she lies. It's the ultimate torture of hers, but I'm getting used to it. She has become woven into the fabric of my life, making me endure the pain.

I will stop at nothing to bring her back to me, whether she likes it or not.

She is mine and she always will be and this will be the dirtiest fight of my life.

I'm about to start a war.

Literatura Estrangeira / Romance