Legacy isn’t just his name–it is who he is. Born to ride with the Devil’s Hellions, he was made for this world as she was made for him–even if he does not deserve her.

They say that no storm can last forever. That after the storm, the sun will shine again.
Except they don’t know anything about this storm.
Nobody could have ever predicted him.
My storm’s name is…
Legacy.
He is perfectly deliciously dirty. He will ruin me.
In the end, I will beg him to do just that.