The Twisted King, The Naive Lover, and The House of Joy and Pain: Keagan and Monae BWWM Romance (A Keagan Handcuffs and Lace Mystery Book 5)

His eyelids move to reveal his blue eyes to bore into mine.

“You got to be tougher than this. Don’t tell me betting on black was a mistake,” he teases.

Getting serious, “I don’t know if I’m the one.”

Keagan narrows his gaze. “Oh, you the one, Monae. You’re my ride or die, so you better face the wall and tell yourself whatever the fuck you gotta…cuz your sweet ass ain’t going no fuckin where,” he snarls.

Monae must be slap out crazy if she thinks I'm letting her go. Either she gets with the program or I'll drag her ass till she does. Yeah I say that, while I'm juggling pissy people thinking they can control me and flushing out a threat. All I wanted was a drama free life. Well, here's to the fuckin dream lost.

Oh, I'm gonna give them what they're begging for...and when they realize I'm a twisted bastard, ain't no take backs fuckers.
“Like me, hate me, love me…I don’t care…but you better dance to my tune before I stop the music.”