Title:
Trigger (Pericolo #2.5. Full length
standalone)
Author: Kirsty-Anne
Still
Release Date:
Sept 18, 2015
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I used to watch her through the
lights. I watched as her body turned and twisted as she morphed into my
siren.
I wanted her—I craved
every ounce of Ryleigh Turner. But I knew once I had her, all I would do was
corrupt every inch of her pretty little
soul.
Valentinos aren't made
for tales of love. We star in the horror stories you fear.
We're the monsters that
make you scared to ever hope again.
It's time that she
realises that.
****
He's watched me for
months, given me every reason to allow my curiosity to start killing me
slowly.
He makes the world melt away;
he makes me want to throw all my inhibitions away and greet him personally. But
every time the music ends and the lights lift, he vanishes, crushing my
hopes.
Until one day, a moment of
chance happens.
How does a man like Dante
Valentino cope with a woman as messed up as
me?
Easy.
I let him have every inch of my
tainted soul.
***
Not all love stories have a
beautiful start.
Some just need a perfect
trigger.
**This is a dark
romance with intense scenes of murder and sex. There is coarse language used
throughout. Not for the faint hearted.
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I
hit my brake, stopping midway down the deserted road, and turn to her. Now that
I can force my entire attention upon her, I stare her down from the perch where
she’s laughing hysterically.
“Are you deaf or just
stupid?” I ask her, anger flaring into my words. “You’re
a bit of fun, something I don’t often have. I told you how you were
part of a game to me. You enlisted this choice and I will give you the chance
to leave, but that chance will go away. You wanted to be inquisitive enough to
follow me to that fucking club and not leave then you’ll stand by my
side and witness what is that men like me do. You’ll see how the
other fucking half lives, Ryleigh. You’ll live, eat, and breathe my
life until you can’t cope. You hear
me?”
“And when does my
get-out card expire?” she asks in a lamenting tone, crossing her arms
over her chest.
“Why?” I
ask her, cocking a brow at her with incredulity. “Want to use it
already?”
“No, you asshole, I
want to know when you can stop holding it over my fucking head.” She
scowls at me, her eyes glowering with anger. “Now deflate the ego,
calm your temper, and fucking drive,
Dante.”
I remain unmoved but offer one
more question. “I can take it away now if that’s what you
want?”
“Then do
that!” she roars, throwing her arms up in the air.
“Don’t give me a fucking chance to run away. If you want to
drag me down with you, then just fucking do it. I can’t be dealing
with the games that go with it. I’m stupid, I’m deaf,
I’m whatever you want me to be, but don’t be like all the
other men in my life who have treated me as if I’m not capable.
Don’t treat me as if I’m going to fucking crack and break,
as if I’m not worth the leap of faith. Be different and have a little
faith in me without even knowing all that much about
me.”
I
notice the ebb of desperation that resonates in her tone. She’s
almost diluted the rife fury in the air, bringing us back down to a new level
of understanding. I see her chest heave on heated breaths, and she looks almost
exasperated. There’s a lot to this woman I don’t know, and
while I’ll take pleasure in breaking her down piece by beautiful
piece, I know she won’t be an easy
feat.
“I’ll leave
it on the table until midnight,” I mutter, twisting back to face the
steering wheel, preparing to continue our journey. “After tonight,
it’s
gone.”
“Whatever,”
she murmurs, carelessly. “I won’t need it.”
“We’ll
see,” I tell her, putting my foot on the gas to accelerate.
“You want me to do my worst. It’s all about to begin when
you set foot outside of this car
again.”
I used to be just another
Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work.
And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people
reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent
years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to
publish something!
But I’m glad I did!!
I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never
imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to
deny the inspiration when it
hits?
I love writing, it’s
a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the
control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive
one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud
of.
As much as I complain, I love
the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I
least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate
times and drive me totally
crazy!!
For now I split my life between
writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with
children.
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