Part 1

**mature content**

I've always been attracted to the wrong type of guy. The bad boy. The trouble maker. The ex con.

Brock is all of those things. He's a tattooed covered brooding jerk, with the bluest eyes and the most mesmerizing dimples when he smiles, yet he can scare even the toughest away with one look.

But one look from him and I'm putty in his hands.

We're complete opposites. He's a lightning storm and I'm a summer rain. But together, we're explosive. It's fireworks. It's an epic and all consuming love, until we crash and burn.

I promised to save him, and he swore he wouldn't break my heart.

We both lied.