Introduction

Dear Reader,

This novella contains content that could be disturbing to some readers, please read at your own risk.

-Somnoph!l!@, Degrad@tion, Prim@l Play, Praise, Sp!t pl@y, Breath Play, CNC, Dubcon. Exhibitionism, DP, Food play.

-Parental loss

-Mentions of Suicide not MC

Also by Mila Crawford

These are all stand alone novellas within the same wold.

Bound Together

Room Twenty-Two

Thicker Than Blood

Hide snd Seek

The Mask

Taboo Full Length Romance

Original Sin

Full Length Friends to Enemies to Lovers

Break

Blurb

I used to be part of her world.

The princess of the Upper West Side, and I, her dutiful knight.

But that was then, before her family ruined mine.

Now, I hate Devlynn Price and everything she stands for.

The upper crust of New-York Society hiding behind their masks adorned with riches they don’t deserve.

Five years later, she’s standing in front of me, willing to provide me with the perfect alibi.

This time, she won’t get to walk away.

This time, I was going to get my revenge.

A dish served cold from a heart that she has broken.

Chapter 1

Elis

“Hey!” The old man’s voice interrupted the last slash of red on brick. “I’m calling the police this time, you little punk!”

I released the trigger of the spray, and drips of paint bled between the cracks of the brick in angry rivulets.

Not perfect, but it’d have to be for tonight.

I shot one last look at the shop owner, thrusting the phone in his hand toward me as he yelled at the top of his lungs. I took off around the corner of Fifth Avenue at a full jog, crossing the street—and lost myself in the overgrowth of Central Park.

I could still hear his angry voice shouting from the corner.

I didn’t blame him.

I’d been working on that piece for the last three nights. I was surprised he hadn’t painted over the current work in progress—a fist wrapped in barbed wire with red splashes meant to symbolize consumer oppression.

I hovered at the path inside the treeline and outside the nearest streetlamp. The truth was, I liked watching the angry man spit nails as much as I liked making the art on his brand-new brick wall.

Graffiti on the corner of 59th and 5th, the heart of uptown shopping, was never looked kindly upon.

And then I heard the siren.

A vicious grin twisted my face as I launched the spray cans into the garbage at my side before I hustled the other way along the path deeper into the park.

“Shit!”

A hot beverage soaked my shirt as my eyes cast up.