The Heart of A Villain (Code of Honor #1)

Prologue

Hell would look like drinking cappuccino in a local cafe at the promenade by the sea, al banco––standing at the counter––in the morning, if it weren’t for the scorching fire flaring up through my soul.

The blaze would be bliss if it weren’t for the dark and chaos she created.

The darkness would be fleetingly beautiful like a butterfly vanishing into the folds of night if it weren’t for the desecration of what’s good and principled in me.

The only spark of light in my twisted, vengeful world.

Men like me––powerful, tainted men––feel stronger than the most as they walk a path of crime.

Nothing can stop us. And no one can stop me.

Although she did.

She’s done it without changing anything about me, because she wouldn’t want to live without that version of myself.

And then, blood wouldn’t be blood if it weren’t for the spiraling into the madness and the slow destruction of our minds.

‘She was all that to me.

And I was all that to her.’

CALLUM