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Nothing's more exclusive than Noire Underground.
Serving the wicked and reaping rewards.
Secrets. Lies. Soot and cinders.
Rhythm. Blades. Games and gore.
A knife like a claw and the strike of a needle.
This hidden haven is a throne of chains.
Maddox
Tessa Lockhart is what dreams-and nightmares-are made of.
Since she works at the resort I own, she's technically off-limits, but rules are suggestions I tend not to take.
Especially when it comes to the silver-haired tattoo artist with a sharp tongue and quick wit.
The only problem is that she hates me.
Nah. That's pretty perfect too.
I took care of something for her, and there's been some new developments, so it's time to cash in.
But there's only one payment I'll accept.
Her.
Tessa
Maddox Noire is tragically gorgeous and infuriatingly demented.
His sinister king-of-the-underworld persona and urge to dance through life used to give me those giddy, schoolgirl-crush butterflies.
Pathetic, I know.
Then he opened his mouth. And blew up my life.
For two and a half years, I've been indebted to him.
He claims that his new demands are my payment and not because I'm in danger.
As much as I despise him, dealing with a Noire is the lesser evil.
Because if our secret is out, our time is up.
