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Alisha Clarke never thought it would go this far. When 15 y/o Ali first laid eyes on Joshua Clarke, she was mesmerized; by 16, he warned her he was trouble, that the devilry of his life was too contagious for her to ever wind up with him. Josh tried to evade her, do anything to keep Ali away, yet despite his deterrence, she couldn't stay away from him or his messy life. By 17, Ali's irrevocably in love with Josh, pleading him to reconsider. 8 years later, Ali's so deep in, there's no end or escape in sight. "Once you're in, you're in," he told her, years before he changed. "If you don't want this, walk away. But if you're in, don't ask questions." Ali deluded herself, thinking it couldn't be that bad, so she stayed. She loved him. If she could now go back in time, Ali would walk away— No matter how much she loved him. While the affluence afforded perks others only dreamed of, it's what Josh does to get them is the part that bothers her. Mostly because she's cast in the dark where his clandestine affairs are concerned; it eats away at her, burning her to the point where Ali's convinced Josh is a criminal. Constantly looking over her shoulder, always being followed at close distance to be safe, and then there was the gun in her purse – it would make anyone anxious. But it pales in comparison to everything else that goes on: the strange men roving about their home; Josh or his crew coming back shot, stabbed, covered in blood; or the extreme lengths he went to keep his operations classified from her. Running away is not an option. How does she know? She's tried and paid for it, continuing to run even when Josh threatens her with death every time he drags her back. But what happens when Ali gets caught in the middle of Josh’s exploits, forced to pay for his actions? Will Ali make it out alive or will it perpetually destroy them beyond repair?
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Chapter 1 - prologue

I couldn't be without a gun right now. Maybe it's nothing, maybe it's just the dog roughhousing with the furniture or something, but whatever it was, I needed to check it out.

As I'm about to reach for both my phone and the revolver, I hear another thud somewhere downstairs. This time it sounded like it was closer. My heart stops as I look over to the entrance, gulping while I picked up the gun before walking a little closer to the door. Heart beating slow, I gradually peak my head out and look around, holding my breath. I inch out a little more and take a few steps towards the staircase. The sound of Shadow barking makes my blood run cold. I stop dead in my tracks.

The barking was just as menacing and sinister as before: raucous, angry snarling that sends shivers down my spine.

As I get to the staircase, urging myself to go down and check on Shadow, the sound of shattering glass catches me off-guard. The alarm goes off, an ear-splitting wailing reverberating throughout the house. Voices come up from the foyer and I gasp for breath as I sprint back into my room, Shadow barking over the sound of the alarm behind me. I throw the bedroom door shut, tears filling my eyes as I locked it and turned off the lights. I back away from the entrance, gun in hand, body trembling as my finger curls over the trigger.

Thoughts race through my head as I attempt to keep myself collected; this wasn't the time to break down. I stumble over to the bed for my phone, snatching it off the mattress as I knelt down and hit 'Call' under Josh's name, my heartbeat hammering faster than ever before within the confines of my ribcage.

The phone rings for a few seconds before he picks up. I can hear yelling, screaming, and shouting in the background, the sound of bodies hitting the floor, gagging.

"Hey, baby, I can't talk right now," he apologizes, sounding sincere. "Everything okay?"

"N-n-nooo," I cry into the device, trying to be quieter, but it was becoming difficult to do so as somewhere downstairs, I could hear doors opening and slamming shut, one after the other.

"Baby," he breathes, his tone shifting now, "what is it? Is that the alarm going off? What is it, what's wrong?"

"Th-there's someone in the— The h-house," I hiccup. "There's someone downstairs, the alarms- The alarms just w-went off, Jace. There's someone here."

The line goes silent.