Crowed (Team Zero #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,60

didn’t.

Their mistake is taking my only family, and I will stop at nothing to get her back. Even if it means infiltrating a notorious organised crime ring in search for the nameless, faceless man who plucked her away: Ghost.

My mistake is that I didn’t expect Julian. He’s a guard surrounded by a shroud of darkness and mystery. I don’t have time for his distraction and yet I keep helplessly falling for the man within.

The more I drown in him, the riskier my mission becomes. What if Julian is more than a mere guard?

What if he’s related to a certain Ghost?

Ruin Blurb

Darkness frightened her, but a killer becomes her muse.

Aaron

Death was all I lived for. Until she came along.

Lively. Beautiful. Spicy.

I need to kill her, but the urge to keep her is stronger.

For the first time in my life, I defy my demons for her.

The price? One of us has to die.

Mae

Darkness scared me. Until him.

Mysterious. Dangerous. Deadly.

He terrified me, but his hidden layers intrigued me more.

I can’t help being attracted to the man within. To his beautiful madness and twisted mind.

Even if being entangled in his world could lead to my ruin…

Ruin is a standalone, dark, romantic suspense. This is the first book of The Rhodes series, has no cliffhanger and no cheating, and ends on a happy ending. Due to language and dark content, this is advised for mature audience only.

Ruin Chapter One

(This is a dark romance and contains violence. If you’re triggered by blood or torture, please don’t read this chapter)

They lurk everywhere. Monsters. Demons. Voices.

‘Set your own killing list, Aaron,’ Aunt’s freezing voice rebounds in the corners of my head.

Father hums. ‘That would be more fun.’

This isn’t the time for such discussions, demons.

I approach the heaving mess of flesh and bones. The cold blade in my hand absorbs heat from my gloved fingers, fuelling my resolve.

Vibrant blood soaks Jake Hampton’s suit and drips onto the room’s tiled floor. Tiny drops extend into unusual forms underneath him. They grow larger and larger. Every atom in my body stands in keen attention. What is it about the mix of erythrocytes, leukocytes, thromboses and plasma that excited me? Why can’t I be like those textbook cold-blooded killers? Why do I always need to stop and stare whenever the crimson liquid is in sight?

Jake stumbles to his feet, eyelids swollen. Blood gushes from his cut arm, soaking the white tiles. He opens dry lips to speak, but has to swallow a few times before a coherent sentence comes out.

“You think you’re invincible, you sick fuck?” He spits a mixture of saliva and blood at my feet. “Your father had the same thought, and we all remember where that led. Someday, you’ll screw up too and end up just like him.”

“You disappoint me, Jake. I thought you’d put more of a fight. I am done playing.” I flick my wrist and throw the knife straight into his femoral artery. Jake drops to the ground with a thud, a cracking sound of bone breaking echoes in the dungeons.

“Give me the information I need or your family will join you.” I hover over him, twirl the knife inside his wound, then snatch it with a jerk.

A fountain of blood splashes from his thigh, marring my plastic coat. An overwhelming euphoria courses through me at the warmth of it.

Jake’s lacerated hands tremble as they attempt to apply pressure to the wound. I laugh. It’s no use. Blood pours out, forming a pool around his body as if his heart insists on kicking the life out of him. His frantic gaze searches mine in a silent plea for help. Too bad. I’m the wrong person to ask.

I tilt my head. “Better tell me before you bleed out.”

“A-all right...” He cracks and tells me everything. They always do. The name he gives is no surprise. My family has always been surrounded by traitors.

All I’m left with were Jake’s vacant eyes and a need for more blood.

Why do they have to die so soon?

My nostrils prickle at the distinctive metallic scent. I inhale it, deep and slow as I removed my plastic gloves, coat, and slippers.

Kane, my assistant and chief of my guards, comes inside with the rest of the team. They line near the door in perfect military style. Their black suits stand out against the white walls and the blinding fluorescent light of the room.

Jake’s corpse looks even more beautiful.

Kane steps forward, his pale blue eyes as unfeeling as Jake’s dead one. “Mr Hampton’s son passed