The nights held nightmares, but I learned to deal with them.
Until he showed up, once again shattering any peace I had.
In the hopes of destroying Sociopath, my enemies hurt and used my only weakness.
The time had come for my ultimate revenge, so those who wronged us would answer for every scar and pain they’d inflicted.
*Warning: It is necessary to read first Sociopath’s Obsession, before starting Sociopath’s Revenge.
“I love an unpredictable non traditional HEA, and this book delivered.” – Reading is My Super Power
“5 sociopath stars!! Just when I thought book one couldn’t get any darker and hotter, here comes book two!!! Wow!” – Alpha Book Club
Copyright @V.F. Mason
Agonizing pain burning through my body woke me up. My lungs immediately filled with the smoke surrounding me
Shaking the fogginess from my head, I tried to get up but my legs wouldn’t move. No matter what I did, they didn’t respond. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the haze around me, I spotted a huge piece of wood pinning my legs. I sat up and tried with all my strength to push it away, but it was useless.
Blood slowly dripped from my forehead to my cheeks and lips. My callused hands were covered in blisters. How could this happen?
My eyes searched for her as the fire spread more rapidly. I saw her silky black hair lying across the bench. She appeared unconscious. The orange flames surrounding us moved dangerously closer, heading toward her body.
“Sapphire.” Her name came out as a hushed whimper. No matter how hard I tried to clear my throat, I couldn’t speak any louder. After the accident five years ago, talking with more volume was a luxury I couldn’t afford. How I wished to shout just then to make the woman I loved open her eyes so we could run with our little one.
Then the terrified scream filled the air, and my body froze in fear.
“Daddy!” Kristina cried out somewhere from my right. “Daddy, help me! He wants to take me away.” She started crying and kept screaming my name. A man’s laugh echoed in the warehouse, and the familiar sound of flesh being slapped created a burning rage inside me. My hands fisted and once again, with a loud cry, I pushed the wood, but it didn’t budge.
He couldn’t have her.
He wouldn’t have her.
My little girl.
“See, boy? You can never win with me. Now your precious daughter will know what it’s like to make me happy.” Kristina whimpered, and in a second, I heard the door shut loudly, trapping us inside.
S had my child.
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” I whispered. “Daddy is so sorry.”
No matter what I did, she’d have those nightmares for the rest of her life.
V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it.When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.