Series: The 4Horsemen #3
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Dark Forbidden Romance
Elena Monroe is three for three for me!! This is the 3rd book of hers that I’ve read and I promise you I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon!!
In the previous 2 book’s Khaos is the Happy go lucky one outta the 4Horseman. He’s got a skate ramp in both his office and backyard. You have to pick a hand and you’re either getting a starburst or a riddle. You never know with Khaos.
We learn Khaos isn’t what meets the eye. He’s definitely putting up a front so nobody will know what scars he’s hiding behind.
After his high school girlfriend who crushed his heart he won’t let himself fall and get hurt all over again. It’s why he has 25 girlfriend’s on retainer. One for every letter of the alphabet with the exception of G.
When Birdy walked into Khaos’s life his world started to spin off its axis. Khaos has lived by his own rules for so long and never wanted to change. Birdy is making it where he’s breaking all his own rules and he isn’t even sorry about it.
Grace AKA Birdy hasn’t had an easy life. Going from group home to group home. She ended up living on the streets and started pick pocketing to earn cash to survive.
Birdy ended up in juvenile detention until Dove got her out Bc her stealing abilities was something he wanted to use that for himself.
Dove didn’t have an issue laying his hands on Birdy when he didn’t get what he wanted outta her. Whenever he got to ruff she’d go to her friend Justice and her husband Vic.
Birdy was just given a new target by Dove. Khaos. Dove wasn’t expecting Birdy to fall for Khaos and to not do her job to to his standard’s.
Birdy can’t help herself. Khaos makes her feel thing’s she’s never felt in her entire life. Birdy will do anything to save Khaos from Dove.
Khaos is in a cult and Birdy’s in a gang. These two shouldn’t work but they really do and will fight other’s and their inner demons in order to keep the other safe and to stay together.
There wasn’t much cult ad the first two book’s but it was just as good!! My heart hurt Khaos with him and his anxiety and panic attack’s. The same with Birdy dealing with the beating’s she received. These two are everything.
I’m SO looking forward to Bowen’s story next!!!
“You don’t know me. You’ve never known me because you chalked me up to be some useless brat you constantly fix mistakes for. I let you all define me. I’ve always just been whatever the fuck you all needed: funny Khaos, quiet Khaos, the Khaos that pushes you right into love when you’re too fucking blind. You don’t see how much she means to me because you don’t fucking see me. No one sees me except her.” My fingers were fisting the material so hard I wondered if I ripped his shirt when he cracked a smile.
His smirk bothered me instantly when he said, “I was testing a theory. Either way you’re becoming a blood donor tonight.”
Letting go of his shirt, I slumped down in the chair still riddled with anxiety and anger. I let myself fold over trying to get centered even though this wasn’t my adult tree house or a bathroom floor like I preferred.
“You’re a fucking psychopath.”
Vic folded his arms over his broad chest, “I had to make sure she meant something and wasn’t just part of your fucking antics... she’s a good person, not part of your fucking reverse harem plot.” A small pause between thoughts he spoke again, “Clave knows that video exists even though we buried it by giving Rodriguez a raid. She's the new price of you missing an event, dumbass. That’s DuPonte’s only rule and you broke it.”
He wasn’t wrong. The Clave doesn’t do well with broken rules and if you’re lucky enough to survive the punishment then it means you lost crucial parts of your life.
Loved ones mostly.
Considering I was the most unattached, the Clave would find a way to hurt me and being caught on tape with the girl I love was as good as me forking over the truth on a silver platter for them.
Hurt me here, please.
We both joked around the idea of us being forbidden because of who we belong to but nothing was more honest.
Star crossed lovers doomed by our loyalties.
“What do you want me to do, Vic? Get on my knees and beg you to make it better? Keep smiling because it’s easier for you guys? I fucked up but I can clean up after myself.”
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