The characters in this book are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
I am just an ordinary girl. Living in an everyday world is what I would like to say, but that would be a straight-up cold-blooded lie. My life would be anything but ordinary; if I had to describe it, I would say my life is shit. That is until said shit got flipped and transformed into hell. Do you know the saying, “Out of the frying pan and into the fire”? A perfect depiction of my life, down to the T.
Now I am sure you wonder how my life got flipped, like the fresh prince’s theme song. Ah, please wait a minute, I’ll tell you, but first I need to introduce myself. My name is Vaella Wysatris, age 24. I am 5ft tall, red hair with emerald eyes, weight is none of your business. Just know I am curvy in all the right places.
My life became shit when my father remarried. My bitch of a stepmother brought her spawn from her last marriage into my happy home. Then tragically, my father passed away, and I was stuck with this witch and her daughter. I had to deal with them for fifteen years, but now that my birthday is approaching and I have worked my ass off, I can finally move out.
I could land a job at a very well-paying casino called Thor’s Hammer, yeah don’t ask; I didn’t come up with the name. I waitress there at one of the restaurants; all the big guys come in and empty their wallets! So I was able to make enough money to get the fuck outta that house. But then my plans were derailed in the worst way possible.
Two days before my birthday, I had the closing shift when I headed home from work one night. I was walking down the street, ready to catch a cab since the buses stop running after a specific time. I felt like I was being followed, so I picked up my pace, pulled my phone out, and called my coworker Rebecca, and of course, it goes straight to voicemail. Alright, Plan B, I grip my pepper spray getting ready for use.
The roads really are empty around this time of night, but no worries, I got this. I heard the footsteps approaching faster; they sounded like more than one person. I turned the corner, ready to sprint but came across two guys, and they did not look friendly. One of them had a bat, and the other was holding the rope? I turned and saw the ones that were following me slow down and approach me.
“How much do you think she will go for?” One of the perps asked.
“Dunno probably couple grand, couple hundred grand.” The bat guy answered.
“Wait, we have to check her eyes, make sure she is the right one,” the guy in the back said.
Eyes? Wait, are they going to sell me for parts on the black market? Is this real?
So I did the first thing that came to mind and ran. This was when my life flipped until I met him—a wolf in sheep’s clothing.