I stroll up to him, tracing his jaw with my gun. He smirks at me. I grin. "What do you want, Jasen?" I ask, circling him, keeping the gun against him as I drew it across his chest. He shivers. "You. You know I want you." He grabs my arm, halting me. I lean down, getting so close to his face, I can feel his breath fanning my lips as I brought the gun to his temple. "Then take me." His eyes dance with that crazy look I've become familiar with. "Gladly." Cynthia Harrison has always been a bit on the crazy side. Destroying her doll at age 8 for being creepy as hell with a butcher knife. Cutting a classmate for telling her what to do with scissors at age 11. Just don't fuck with her. Period. Jasen Black has been through so much it's messed him up a little... ...a lot and he wants payback. When two psychos meet, what will spark? With a boy who lost his ability to feel and a girl who displays her emotions on her sleeve. Opposites, but the same. And a secret bigger than the both of them, hiding in their mist.

Rose Amor is the school nerd. She wears big black glasses and keeps her long black hair in a ponytail. She stays out of drama and keeps to herself. She knows that's the only way to hide from her past, so she's happy like that. No risks = no trouble. Ryder Brown is the school's new student, soon to be the schools, bad boy. He wears his pants low, fights anyone who starts anything with him and uses girls like he uses tissues. Running one of the world's most powerful gangs, he doesn't care. So what happens when Rose and him meet? What happens when the nerd gets bold and the bad boy gets possessive? And can a secret hiding, threaten to tear them apart?

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as he slowly stepped closer to me. "Taking what's mine." He stated looking directly into my eyes as he took another step forward. I step back and start to turn to run until I feel arms around my waist and my back is suddenly pressed against his chest. Oh no. I feel his breath on my neck and shudder. "You're mine, Lucy, no matter who claims you, I'll always be there to pick up the leftovers." His promise stirrers something in me. He starts kissing my neck, making his way down. I moan. As he begins to unbutton my dress I turn and kick him as hard as I can in his groin.   "I will never be yours, not now, not ever." I walk off not as confident in my promise as I felt I should've been. James Brown and me. Ha. Who woulda thought? Lucy Freeman never expected James Brown to ever look her way. Ever. They lived in two different worlds.  She was poor. He was rich. She has to work hard to get what she wants. He gets it in a snap of his fingers. He was a bad boy. She had never gotten in serious  trouble. So when Lucy starts working as his personal assistant and James starts looking at her as more than just a personal assistant, what does Lucy do when she's stuck between losing her job and losing her dignity?