Serpent King's Bride: A Dark Mafia Romance Trilogy

Panic clawed at my chest, a wild thing trying to break free. I could feel the precarious balance we had been maintaining start to tip, threatening to plunge us all into chaos. Nathan had always been the one in control, the one who could navigate the treacherous waters we found ourselves in. If he was stepping out of that car, if he was no longer in the driver’s seat…what did that mean for all of us?

“I’m sorry, but–do you have a warrant?” Nathan’s voice said.

The phone suddenly dropped with a thud.

I could hear the struggle–wished I was there, though I didn’t know what the hell I would be able to do. I could hear him fighting, but he was clearly outnumbered, more sirens blaring in the background.

This wasn’t just a traffic stop.

It was something else entirely.

“Get on the ground! Hands where I can see them!” The barked commands were like punches to my gut, shattering my already fragile composure. I couldn’t see it, but I didn’t need to—the scene played out vividly in my mind. My Nathan, whom I had always seen as strong and invincible, now reduced to this…it was all so wrong.

“Nathan?” His name slipped out, barely audible, a desperate plea for some kind of connection in this darkness that threatened to consume us both. But there was no response; just silence on the other end of the line.

And then came the final blow, the words that sealed our fate ringing hollowly through the speaker. The words sounded foreign, strange.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Tyler Matthews.”