Deadly Chaos (Steel Roses Book 2)

by Samantha Bee

  Sam, my bacon bitch. You always know what to say, from your newest fire edits to the way you give feedback, you're my hype girl through and through. Thank you for being you. For the tik toks and crazy conversations. For always getting it even when I don't know what the hell I'm trying to say.

  Megan, Audrey, and Tricia, an author could not ask for better beta bitches. Thank you for all the time and effort you have poured into this book to help make it what it is. Deadly would not be as good had it not been for your feedback. One of the best parts of this journey has been meeting all of you and having the chance to become friends.

  Mom, and to the rest of my family. Blood and otherwise. Thank you for supporting me in the ways that you can. Ninety percent of you, I will never let you read my books and yet you still encourage me. Mom, thank you for taking the time to do the edits and fill in all those pesky words my brain likes to skip over.

  I have a lot still planned for these characters and this world. The next AWOC release will be Jade's book, Damaged & Deadly. It will be a standalone with different main characters and povs, but there will be plot crossover. I do recommend reading this book next before Vicious Chaos. However, you will be able to skip it and go straight into VC if you choose. You won't be lost or confused, but you will miss the plotlines unfolding.

  Can't wait until next time.

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  Samantha Bee

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  Prologue

  I’m close to giving up.

  It’s been four years since they stole me from my old life. Picked me off a busy street and no one even seemed to notice, let alone care.

  My first owner, a sick fuck who kept me for two years before selling me when I got too old for him, relished in showing me the news stories and the lack of any coverage on my disappearance.

  Who was left to care? I was just another foster kid that disappeared into the night without a trace. I had friends in the way that we didn’t hate each other’s company and we sometimes got high together, not the type to burn down the world to find me. Probably not even the type to miss me.

  So why have I been fighting so hard to stay alive? To stay me?

  It’s been four years of being degraded to something worth only the pleasure my pain gives these sick rich men. My first owner liked the power he held over little girls. My second owner liked to try and make me think I was special before using me as a reward for his men as he lapped up my pain. It took about a year before I stopped responding the way he wanted, he sold me.

  Apparently even damaged, I come with a high price tag. Maybe it's the natural blue black hair that flows past my butt that men seem to love to fist and yank me around with, or the big bright blue eyes, framed by my long lashes. I don't know what it is that appeals to the scum of the world but I wish I could get rid of it. Not that there is any way out for me anyways. Only death.

  Maybe death would be the better choice. I know what my future holds. Ciar wants to own me. He doesn’t just want my body or my pain either. No, he wants my mind, body and soul, and eventually my life. He just wants my love and loyalty first. Someone should really tell him I have no heart left to love with. Even if I did, locking me in a cell probably isn’t the right way to steal it.

  He doesn’t like to think things through though. He showed his cards too early and now Daddy Romano knows just how bad he wants me. I’m nothing more than a tasty treat he uses to make his son jump through hoops for him. At least it's kept me from being sold again.

  It’s been a little over a year since I became the bargaining chip between father and son. Romano enjoys dangling me in front of Ciar only to threaten to put me up for auction any time he doesn’t perform well enough. If that’s how all fathers are then I’m glad I never had one.

  If this move after the raid is successful, Ciar might just have earned the right to claim his prize. I shudder from the thought. He has visited me many times in the past year to “sample his goods” as he always says. He likes to find all my weak spots and systematically punish me for them, trying to mould me into his perfect woman. I can only imagine what will happen when he is free from his father’s restrictions.

  I had a brief glimpse of hope when we were raided last week but it just ended in a lot of death, including some of the other girls. I stopped letting that hurt me. I can’t get attached to anyone I meet in captivity. We all are going to be separated and die anyways.

  I couldn’t help it when it came to that little girl Ciar brought in just before the raid though. She was so young, practically a toddler. I did my best to protect her from the bloodshed but I only made the situation worse.

  Ciar instantly noted it and now he has her to punish me. I should have known better. I’m not capable of saving myself let alone any of the other girls stuck in this hell with me.

  I look around the cell they locked us in and see what I could possibly use to just end this torment. I don’t see the point in living anymore. I don’t want to ever be owned again, especially not by Ciar. He’s a sadistic mother fucker but the scariest part of all of it is just how much he’s managed to bend me to his will in the little time he has had.

  Neither of my previous owners could manage to fundamentally change who I am, but Ciar with his games and punishments, has somehow managed to change the way I think. He’s ironing out my perceived weakness and I've been letting him. It’s enough to make me want to die, just to spite him.

  A noise coming from the other room draws my attention back to reality. I watch as Christian, one of Ciar’s favored guards, leaves the room to check it out. Javier is left alone to guard the cell and he looks over at us and I see the amusement flashing in his eyes as he meets mine. He knows I have no chance of escaping. I break eye contact as he turns away from the cell once more.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see a woman creeping into the room from where Christian just walked. I turn to watch her, trying to figure out what is happening. She has blood dripping from her hands and a psychotic grin on her face as she sees me noticing her. There’s a huge man walking behind her, blood splattered across his legs.

  Christian must be dead.

  My mouth pops open in surprise and I can’t help the small gasp that escapes my mouth. Her and the man behind her both start frantically shaking their heads, telling me not to speak. The next thing I know the man in the cell with me has his hand wrapped around my mouth.

  I should be scared but there’s not much he could do that hasn’t been done to me before, plus he doesn’t seem the type. He was a part of the raid to free us. Instead, I roll my eyes, I wasn’t planning on talking. I may be damaged but I’m not stupid.

  I can’t take my eyes off the woman as she sneaks behind Javier and viciously kills him. I think I may feel the organ in my chest that I thought was dead start beating again. I can feel how wide my eyes are as I watch the brutality of this woman. I blink rapidly, wondering if I’m hallucinating. Have I finally driven myself mad?

  I almost miss the giant with her unlocking the cell we are locked in. The woman saunters over just as the lock clicks open. I sit in shock as I observe their banter with each other and then question the man in the cell with me.

  I’m only half listening to their conversation as I watch the woman. She’s small but you can just tell she’s strong and fierce. She looks like a beautiful savage ready to rip the world apart if it dared to defy her. She’s a total badass and I just may have a crush on my new savior. It’s not like I have any desire to be near males ever again, anyways.

  Her threatening words clear through the haze of my mind left over from the drugs they gave us, “Anyone involved in the skin business deserves death. No exceptions. You’ll do good to remember that. I show no mercy. So if this is a trap, just know that I will gut every fucker yo
u send my way and then I’ll come back for you. I won’t just slit your throat or crush your windpipe either. I’ll take you home with me and enjoy every second I can of carving you up and breaking every bone in your body until you’re begging for death. You will be my new guinea pig to experiment all the new torture techniques I’ve been wanting to try and just when you think it couldn’t possibly get any worse? I’ll cut your dick off and shove it down your throat until you choke on it. Got it?”

  My mouth parts in shock at her colorful threat. I think I’m in love with her. Both of the guys are cupping their junk like just the thought of parting with their dicks is physically painful. I ignore them as I stare at her with awe. I push myself up, internally cursing as my legs shake underneath me, “Can you really do that?”

  She assesses me as she tilts her head to the side before slowly walking over to me. I can see her weighing her words before she gives me a brief nod. I want to tell her that I’m not weak and I can handle the truth but since I’m barely able to stand on my own two feet right now, she probably wouldn’t buy it.

  I raise my chin in defiance to my struggling and emaciated body. I will build my strength back up. I’m determined to put myself back together in a way that makes it impossible for anyone to ever tear me down again. “Will you train me?”

  I see the smile she’s fighting as she agrees and relief floods through my body.

  I may be damaged now but I can learn to be deadly.

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