Prologue

Too busy to think,

Too tired to cry,

Too ashamed to smile,

And too broken to love.

But she said she can be the Cupid without a bow.

To protect anyone,

To save everyone,

From the eight demons who ruined her life.

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As I stepped out of the bathroom, I was abruptly yanked into the corner.

Wow, who would've thought Mr. Gangster would be this easy? All it took was passing by him before that idiot bumped into me, spilling alcohol all over my shirt.

Great. Just great.

I'd heard he was coming here tonight and had been itching to see him. So, I thought, why not make the first move? He doesn't know me yet, but oh, trust me, he will. I even wore my favorite outfit for the occasion: a black cut-out spaghetti strap top and a faux leather mini skirt that shows just enough to get the right kind of attention. Judging by the way he's looking at me now, it's working.

"Baby, you're coming home with me tonight," he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. His hands start roaming, tracing my curves and creeping toward my chest. His heavy breathing betrays exactly what's on his mind, which makes me smirk. This one's too easy.

I grab his shirt and pull him into a kiss. He responds immediately, his hands wandering wildly. I let out a moan—forced, but convincing enough that he doesn't notice. My fingers toy with the zipper of his pants, and he doesn't even care.

Too much lust clouds judgment. Dangerous for him, advantageous for me.

He stares at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Babe, don't make this harder for me than it already is."

I smirk again, pretending to kneel down. His excitement is palpable; he's practically vibrating with anticipation. Poor fool.

"No jerk is coming home with me tonight, dumbass," I say, shoving him hard. He stumbles back and lands on his butt with a grunt. His shocked expression is priceless. It's definitely time for me to go.

"Maybe next time, babe," I tease, winking at him and blowing a kiss before turning on my heel. Good luck dealing with that.

As I near the exit, his enraged voice rings out. "Come back here, bitch!"

Hmm. Maybe later.

Paige Ramos, I know exactly who you are. You're the first name on my list.

"If you're ruthless, then consider me reckless. Reckless with my spells." This is just the beginning.