Destiny's Chains

Playing the martyr had made Axel Sullivan a convict, but it served to forge his empire. From prison chains to billion-dollar casino resorts, his crowning achievement stood in Hawaii's azure skies of the Club Decadent's latest playground for the exclusively chosen.But old shadows never died. They waited.When she sashayed onto GoldenEye's maiden flight, he knew. Destiny… a brat in predator's clothing, batting fake lashes while gnawing her lip raw. They thought they were clever, using her as bait. His beast stirred, ready to turn their game against them.Cherie Butler had boarded the plane with a gun to her head—her brother's debt to a loan shark becoming her chain. She had never expected to lock eyes with her mark upon arrival and be tumbled into a world of dark pleasures that both offended and enticed her.Two broken souls circled each other in paradise. Trust was a currency neither could afford, yet survival might demand it. As a mutual enemy closed in, the question remained.Would their scars align to heal, or tear them both apart?