Terror

Meghan I spent my whole life in foster care, moving from house to house, never feeling like I belonged. One day, I threw caution to the wind, left New York City, and drove across the country. I slept in my car and at gross, pay-by-the-hour motels. There were times I thought I was just one moment away from getting kidnapped. Until my car broke down in a small town in Texas. I never imagined that I would find my home there. But my home is not a place. My home is him. But someone didn’t like that Terror had claimed me as his. Terror My mother spoke of this beautiful waitress she had hired for months, and it’s a shame I didn’t meet her sooner. She took my breath away. She became mine—heart, body, and soul. My ole lady. I would burn the world down to make sure she was safe and hand her the ashes of our destruction without hesitation. And that’s exactly what I had to do when a man from my past dared to touch what was mine. He would live to regret it. People don’t call me Terror for no reason, after all.