Saved by Sin
Los Angeles was supposed to be my home.
Instead, it had always felt like a golden cage.
The Smith mansion stood tall behind iron gates, glittering with wealth and silence. Servants bowed. Cameras watched every corner. And the man who called himself my uncle smiled sweetly for the world while hiding knives behind his back.
I was seventeen when I heard the truth.
“He will take care of the girl tonight,” my uncle said over the phone, his voice calm. “Make it look like an accident.”
The girl.
He meant me.
Fear became the only thing that kept my legs moving. I ran from the driver who was meant to take me home, sprinting through unfamiliar streets until the bright city lights disappeared and the world turned darker.
Detroit.
Wrong place. Wrong time.
Engines roared in the distance when I saw him.
A man sitting on a black motorcycle like a shadow carved from danger. Tattoos curled up his neck. His eyes were cold enough to freeze the night.
Everyone knew men like him were monsters.
But monsters were sometimes the only ones who could save you.
I jumped onto the back of his motorcycle and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Please,” I whispered. “Help me.”
That single moment would destroy his life.
And change mine forever.
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