Avery Cole

I obeyed the rules, Never stepping out of line, I knew my place. I was a good girl, until he ripped my heart from my chest and stomped on it and never looked back.I haven’t been the same since.My father makes sure he pervades me around to potential suitors, someone that will benefit his business. It’s always about the business. My father is far from gentle, he’s a callus man. Cruel, and twisted even to me, his own flesh and blood. The only time his features softened even the slightest is when my mother walks into a room, his eyes flash with lust, desire other than the cold heartless eyes that everyone else sees.I want that. I long for someone to love me the way my father loves my mother. I thought I found it, but I was wrong….so wrong.Sierra and I grew up on this island, we even went to college here not that I had a choice in the matter my father ‘Dwayne’ Told me I had to and I obeyed. Sierra stayed because of me she was dying to attend a college in Los Angeles California where

“What’s the meaning of this? Do you know who the hell I am?” Sierra exclaimed, grabbing her purse when the man with the dark brown man-bun grabs her wrist. “It’s protocol to check everyone,” He said, his foreign accent strong. He released her hand, Sierra murmured a few curse words and how she was telling Avery about this when they lined us up and was going to do a pat down. “Sierra, I didn't sign up for this, it’s like we’re criminals, what's your brother worried about with all this security?” Aurora states my own thoughts aloud. Why does Avery need all this security? What could we possibly be hiding? As the brutes patted the girls down and they moved toward me and the rough looking brute with a man-bun stood directly behind me. “I’m sorry, Whitney. I had no idea this would happen or I would have gotten us a room, now your dad will be upset with you. He’ll never trust you with me again,” Sierra apologizes and the big groom behind me takes a few steps away. “Smettila di fare qu

We’ve been in California for two days now and it’s been club after club, shots after shots. Another shot glass reaches my hand and I down it and nod my head to the bartender. He turns and pours me another shot of vodka. At the previous club I drank a shit ton of tequila now it’s vodka. I put the vodka to my lips, opening my mouth I tip the glass emptying its contents in one go. “Whitney, you need to slow down on drinking,”Sierra warns me. I roll my eyes she doesn’t know how fucked up my life is and why I need to drown myself with alcohol and disappear into oblivion. Dwayne texted me during dinner to inform me that Nikolai Volkov will be arriving tomorrow evening, oh he also warned me to be on my best behavior. I will be the good girl daddy wants me to be. I'll even go along with his plans to marry me off to this Nikolai, but tonight? I’m going to soak up as much of my freedom. Come tomorrow my freedom will be no more. I reach for my third shot of vodka and Sierra grabs my wrist

Avery Cole.Sierra called me and said she was flying into California for her two weeks and she was bringing Aurora and Whitney along with her. I had no plans but that didn’t stop me from lying to Sierra and telling her I had business in Florence that I couldn’t get out of. She was upset that she wouldn’t see me but got over it when I offered her my house while she was there. I only did that so my men wouldn’t have to hide out and keep tabs on Whitney, like they’ve been doing since I left the island. I told Whitney she wouldn’t like the consequences if she let someone….anyone fucking touch her and she did.Big fucking mistake. Whitney will have to face me and the wrath of my anger. Sierra has yet to learn the truth that I’m her cousin and not her brother. My parents died when I was a baby and my aunt raised as her own at the age of sixteen. Lily’s parents got mixed up into a world they shouldn’t have one that was ruled by a shapeshifter, a dominant Alpha that sold all the residents'

I’ve never been one to be satisfied by anyone or anything for long. I don’t understand myself sometimes or the need I have to push myself on men for attention? Maybe it’s because I was deprived of it as a child always in the shadows but never in the spotlight. Whatever the reason is, I've always been this way. When I was six I remember wanting this doll. She was so pretty and had long blonde hair like mine. When I asked Dwayne if I could have her he said only if I behaved during his meeting. My mom Clara was visiting the doctor that day and made me go with my dad. I hated meetings. They bored the hell out of me but I wanted that doll so badly that I sat mouth shut behaving like Dwayne told me to do. However, once his meeting was done and his business associates left I asked him if he would take me after the doll. That's when he sat me down and told me I was too old for such childish things and I needed to stop asking. I cried the whole day once I was back home in my room, I remember