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"You have a name, don't you?" his voice was deep and irritable, but rather calm. Her eyes lifted just slightly, now staring at the edges of dark hair that hung an inch or two from his shoulders. Her lack of answer seemed to annoy him further, she could sense it in the air between them. He witnessed how she shook, her fingers twitched as they gripped her knees, cheeks covered in a dusting of mud and messy hair. "YOU CAN SPEAK! CAN'T YOU?!" his sudden roaring snap made her entire body jump "Harmony" she whispered, licking her dry lips peppered in dirt. Tears encased her eyes and lay forced down her cheeks. She didn't want to answer, she didn't want to speak to him, but her resolve for silence was overtaken by the fear he would raise his horrifying voice again. "Nice to meet you, Harmony," ~ Harmony was known to be kind and caring, despite the past abuse she tries to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Once again, it comes back to haunt her when she wakes up chained to a metal pole in a dirty basement, screaming to empty air to be set free. The man who lives there is even worse. He's convoluted and cocky, seemingly caring about nothing but his whiskey, cocaine and his next lay. She's determined to escape him, at least at first, but it isn't long before it becomes a matter of whether she can or if she actually wants to. Max wasn't known for controlling his temper, he wasn't trained that way. Being an heir to a chapter of a billion dollar drug enterprise would do that to anyone, and this would be the greatest test of his patience yet. When his second impulsively takes a girl and her dog off the street in broad daylight, it puts the entirety in Hell's Heaven in jeopardy. Max is forced to have the girl under his care, refusing to release her in case she rats their activities to the cops. But, just like a follower to a relic, he finds himself becoming obsessed. As much as he tries to distance himself from her, he continues to scurry back for another taste.
Part One Synopsis
