“I love you, Daniela Ariella Diaz,” he said to me.
I kissed his nose. “I love you, too, Judson Daniel Smith.”
THE END
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Never Let You Go
Dani René
The moment she walked into the party, she knew her mistake would cost her more than just her heart. He had chosen his prey perfectly, and she wasn’t escaping anytime soon.
Copyright
Copyright © 2020 by Dani René
Edited by Candice Royer
Proofread by Rebecca’s Fairest Reviews
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
Prologue
CREED
The photo I hold between my fingers doesn’t do her justice. The moment I heard her name, I had to come see for myself. My brothers know me well. Even though we’re not related by blood, we’re connected by something far deeper, so much more twisted than the love of family.
The small town I grew up in has always been my salvation, allowing me to toy with my prey. With the forest beyond the houses and a lake set dead center, I’ve been able to enjoy chasing my prey in the darkness, losing myself to the predator beneath.
I blame the town for making me hungry, for forcing me to feed on those who are merely playthings to me. I enjoy the game of cat and mouse that has continually fed my yearning and satisfied my craving.
Thorne Haven has many secrets.
The most violent of those hidden truths would be my uncle—not by blood—who’s a fucking psychopath. But nobody knows we’re related because the family money has kept that particular fact hidden from the public eye. After the murder of an innocent girl, he was put away, and my father paid for his name never to be released to the press.
He was a stranger. Nothing more than a madman who infiltrated the town. But it wasn’t for long. Soon, we watched him get carted off in the back of a truck with silver cuffs locking his hands behind his back.
Which brings me back to my family. I was adopted at a young age; I don’t remember my life before living in Thorne Haven. And even though my uncle is now behind bars, he taught me how to sniff out the weak. But what he didn’t realize is there’s a fine line between illegal and just having fun.
I know the difference.
A grin widens on my face as I watch her talking to her friends. The pretty girl with the naughty smile and long, red hair. She’s fire. Burning bright without noticing it. And me, I’m ice: cold, barren, freezing anything in my path.
I’m sure she’d be able to melt me with a mere glance.
But what she doesn’t realize is when I’ve got my eye on a target, I don’t allow anything to get in the way.
Long ago, my best friend and I started a game we would play within the dense forest that engulfs the town. We called it Burning Roses, but I’ve modified it. I’ve made it more . . . me.
I have now named it Finders Keepers.
Racing into the forest at night, we used to catch our willing prey. The girls who loved being caught became ours for the night. When they volunteer, it’s not much fun. It’s the unsuspecting that get my blood boiling and my body hard.
Even he couldn’t deal with my darkness, and now that he’s gone, I’ve taken it upon myself to enjoy the game alone. My two brothers have slowly been learning, been coming along for the ride, and I’m proud of their enthusiasm.
My gaze scans the quad. She’s moving closer to her Jeep. I haven’t read all the details about the agreement, but I will. All the information I need is at home, but I needed to look at her in person. The redheaded beauty will be as familiar to me as my brothers. I can’t help but want to get to know all there is to know about her.
When my best friend, Damien, stepped away from our game, I was gutted. Sad he didn’t want this as much as I do. But I would take it just one step closer to the edge of insanity. I love teetering on the precipice where morals are left behind and deviance takes over. I don’t blame him. He’s better off without
