Sell your body or your mind? When forced to make an impossible choice, would you sacrifice your pride or your morals? I’m Amorette Monet Black, and I was abducted. Funny thing, I have a choice. One that most women don’t get. I could stay here and be forced to share my body... Or, I could let four questionable men take me away. Only there’s a price. It doesn't matter how much time I don't have, the choice is slipping through my fingers. Victim or accomplice? I know the choice I need to make, but will I be able to live with myself?

Life had always been about right and wrong. No gray area. No exceptions. But my time with the bastard sons of the Institution were slowly changing my mind–forcing me to see that sometimes the only options available to someone were bad and worse. Their justice was different than mine and I struggled with it. Except now, they were gone. Every day I’d fought to leave them, to go home. But…I wanted them back. What did that say about me? I was too afraid to look in the mirror. What if I do get back to them? Their father wanted them dead. Could I sacrifice the life I loved for them? Could I forsake my sister to stay? Yet a nagging feeling in the back of my mind said they were glad to be rid of me. I’d been a thorn in their side from day one. Why wouldn’t they be happy I was gone? But I was taken for a reason. Now the most important question was… Am I bait? Or collateral damage?

How dirty am I willing to get? Accepting the brothers for who they are is one thing. Understanding that they might always commit terrible crimes, is another. That was as far as I ever expected to be pushed into their world. But I’m facing an impossible choice when someone else’s life is on the line… Stain my soul or hold fast to my white-gloved morals? Could I actually let go of who I was? Do I want to? Hero or the villain–Is there even a difference? As the four most infuriatingly possessive men circle me, I’m starting to believe there are no choices. Not really. Now it’s time to find my limit.

This dark, corrupt world threatens to drown me. While the Institution is fracturing, I am certain of only one thing—the brothers. They’re mine and I’m theirs. We’re going to survive no matter the cost. I won’t let it be any other way. I can’t… I’ve learned that it’s adapt or die, and I’m embracing it. For them. For me. Yet, just when we should be more united than ever, the brothers are breaking apart. Egos. Schemes. Drugs. Complications that threaten to poison us all. We should be fighting the world, not each other. There’s no longer a line I won’t cross to keep them safe. At one point, I thought my only choice was to be a victim or an accomplice. To save them—to be their hero, I will be the villain.

Our lives hang in the balance. Just when everything seemed to come together, our lives were damn near torn apart. It doesn’t stop there. We’re dealt blow after blow, and we’re struggling to hold onto each other. But I won’t let anything tear us apart. I won’t. Not Valentina. Not me. And certainly not the brothers. We’re going to survive this one way or another. There are no lines I won’t cross, no one who is safe from my wrath. They’ve taken too much from me and they’ll take no more. I don’t recognize myself anymore, but I’ve never felt more confident in who I am. Maybe this is who I was always meant to be.