“ Alzerro “Zerro” King.. my God! That man is just.. don't know how to describe him. Take Q from Monsters in the Dark, take Caleb from Captive, take Fox from Destroyed, take Antonio Spinelli from Spin and Jessie from This Man and you have our Zerro. Mind blowing, right?! “
- Arijana, Goodreads Reviewer
COVER DESIGNER: Sprinkles On Top Studios
“ Bree is the epitome of innocence...or is she? Her depth of character, compassion, and comprehension of life's challenges have been hard earned. The love and loss she has endured will serve her well as she offers up her life to 'el ray' in a valiant exchange and effort to save her father from certain death. Never did she expect to lose her heart to a man she finds repulsive and without remorse. But the heart wants what it wants...and one can discover the darker aspects of themselves when placed in certain situations. “
- Jennifer, Goodreads Reviewer
RELEASE DATE: DECEMBER 2, 2014
It was suppose to be a debt settled, just a price being repaid.
Instead love was born...
...from unpaid dues it bloomed.
See, that's the funny thing about love, you never expect it.
After losing her mother to cancer a few months prior to graduating, Bree Forbes was finally able to take some time away and enjoy her college days. That all changed in a blink of an eye the moment Bree came home for break. She didn't expect to find her dad strapped to chair, a gun pointed at his head.
Alzerro “Zerro” King wasn't a man to be messed with. Women flocked to him and men ran from him. He ruled the mafia with an iron fist and no one ever crossed him unless they wanted to pay the price. He believed the only way to pay for something, if unable to do so, was to do it in blood. Nothing got him harder than stringing someone up, and putting a bullet in their head.
That is until Bree.
One look is all it took for him to know she could pay for her father’s debt in many other ways… Ways that could get him hard.
Could a big city mafia king fall in love with the small town country girl? Would she be able to handle his dark and demanding ways? When push comes to shove, would Bree end up running only to be killed? Or would she sacrifice herself for love?
“ It’s a rough journey and it’s a dark story. There’s no fluff or gentleness. There’s just blood, sweat, and tears. You really need to have an open mind to understand every emotion you will feel. If you’re one of those people who only like reading fluffy HEAs, then this story is not for you. It’s gritty, toxic, violent, but among the violence and killings, love blooms. But it's betrayal and lies that will end those rare moments of happiness for Alzerro & Bree *sniff*. Indebted left me anxious, betrayed, angry, upset, hurt, lost, & empty. I am but a shell, waiting for book 2 after being utterly consumed by book 1 *sigh*. “ - Wendy, Goodreads Reviewer
Her eyes leave mine as she adjusts herself in the bed, her body rolling over as she pulls the covers up and over her head. I must have misread her. I thought for sure she was going to strike back with something.
“Are we done playing games already?” I taunt her, walking over to the bed and sliding into my spot. She scoots closer to her side, as if getting away from me is her number one priority. That’s too bad because getting closer to her is my number one priority.
Reaching out, I put my hand under the blanket and latch onto her arm. A squeal escapes her mouth as I pull her toward me. Of course she has to fight me.
“Let. Go. Of. Me,” she grits out every word as she tries to shake me off. Does she think she can win? Does she think I won’t hurt her?
“Nope.” I pull harder until she is on my side of the bed, and I am leaning over her. Our chests are pushed against one another’s, and her breaths are coming in at a rate that is way higher than normal…
“Stop,” she breathes out. It suddenly dawns on me that I know nothing about her, nothing other than her father owes me quite a bit of money. However, I am enjoying our current interaction too much to think much of it.
“Why?” I ask, cocking my head. I am not touching her, at least not like I want to be touching her.
“I don’t even know you. We don’t know each other.”
I laugh a full-on belly shaking laugh… “Then why the fuck would you even volunteer to come with me? You do realize that you, well, mostly your body, will be paying your father’s debt, don’t you? Every moan, groan, orgasm, and every spread of those legs will be payment.”
Her eyes dilate as her breaths become pants. She couldn’t have been that far gone; she had to have known that she would be coming here for so much more than just helping me. Suddenly, she finds her voice.
“I didn’t have any other option. I would rather be taken than lose my only other parent.” Something about what she says tugs at my heart and in turn pulls me out of the haze that is consuming me. I can tell myself over and over again that I don’t have a heart, but every word that comes from her mouth reminds me that I do.
“Roll over and go to sleep,” I grudgingly command, standing from the bed. She looks at me in confusion, wrinkles marring her beautiful face. I will give her that: she is beautiful unlike anything I am used to. Her face is soft, her cheeks full, and she radiates youthfulness. Her nose is small, and her teeth are straight and white. She is simple, but at the same time not so simple you wouldn’t notice her.
“Did I finally hit a sore spot?” she taunts, sitting up from her lyin