I was never one to believe much in fate, but all of that changed when I was sharing a hospital room with Tor.
I was hit over the head by a clubwh*** rat who tried to kill me, and he was shot keeping the club kids safe. Who knew the two of us would create a bond within those hospital walls?
Certainly not me.
Tor was the President's son, and he was a couple of years younger than me. I shouldn't have flirted with him, but I did, and one thing led to another.
But, after nearly dying, I knew I wanted a life away from the club. I didn't want to put my life at risk ever again, and the club understood that.
Things got complicated when I fell for Tor, and leaving him would mean ripping my heart into shreds. I never expected him to follow me and fight for our love, but at the end of the day I couldn't go back, and he wouldn't leave.