Tore Up (Mississippi Smoke #1)
Abbi Glines
At least that was until…
The twisted crux came in the form of eyes bluer than the sky on a warm summer day, a slightly upturned nose with a scattering of freckles, a pink cupid bow mouth, with a smile that made a man weak. She was the cause of the events that had left me with this raging agony and yet the balm that eased my soul. I had become a mockery to my own revenge because holding her at night while she slept was the only thing keeping me sane.
The events that brought us here meant I should loathe her existence for eternity, yet my need for her grows with each passing day. She’s too young, she’s vulnerable and broken, yet somehow, she’s not damaged.
Even still, I can never forgive the destruction she caused me and those I love. She’ll pay the price through my cruelty never knowing that while she dreams, I find my solace… with her in my arms.