Exhaust

Book 4 of The Redline Series

A month ago, I brought home a stripper.

I didn't plan. I didn't think. I violated every rule of a good criminal. And now, she pays the price. My brother stole her back, seared away her identity with drugs, and spliced her body together with images of my long-dead lover.

Devlin wants nothing more than to see me fall. And that's just what I've done.

They say old habits die hard, but old addictions never die. Chasing lines. Chasing demons. Anything to drive the memories away.

Maybe it's too late.

I can't shake the feeling that I'm bound to Aubrey in some way. I owe her. I need to fulfill our deal. Even though I'm not sure anything will remain when the smoke finally clears.

There is no hell like the one inside your own head.

Warning!: If you're looking for rainbows, butterflies, and happy endings coated in chocolate and caramel, turn back now! This story deals with dark themes and intense situations that aren't suitable for sensitive readers. If you're looking for an intense roller coaster of emotions and situations that will warp your sense of right and wrong and drag you through the debauched underworld of crime and deceit, then you're in the right place.