Prologue
Disclaimer: Pixelberry Studios owns Ride or Die and all of the characters associated with the book, except for Angelica Mason (who is my original character). A Little Wicked takes place in an alternate version of the story events and focuses on some unexplored, controversial territory. This is a warning to all readers that some content might be upsetting to readers and that this is merely fiction, although pushing the envelope. This story features some elements that might be upsetting to readers such as explicit sexual content and graphic depictions of violence, so reader discretion is advised.
I asked him for it.
For the blood, for the rust,
for the sin.
I didn't want the pearls other girls talked about,
or the fine marble of palaces,
or even the roses in the mouth of servants.
I wanted pomegranates—
I wanted darkness,
I wanted him.
So I grabbed my king and ran away
to a land of death,
where I reigned and people whispered
that I'd been dragged.
I'll tell you I've changed. I'll tell you,
the red on my lips isn't wine.
I hope you've heard of horns,
but that isn't half of it. Out of an entire kingdom
he kneels only to me,
calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.
Mama, Mama, I hope you get this.
Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold,
know never have I been better
than when I am here.
— Daniella Michalleni, "Persephone Speaks"
If the Brotherhood was the Underworld, she was the Persephone to his Hades. Except instead of flowers and springtime, she loved fast cars and a life of crime. Every King needs his Queen, and she wore a crown made of knives when dealing in vice. Power coursed through her veins and unlike flowers, she never wilted in the face of death. Revenge was the sweetest juice dripping from the pomegranate she defiantly bit into in the name of her love. For someone so "pure" and "perfect" in the eyes of all around her, no one could see the darkness lingering inside of Angelica Mason… and it took the influence, and dare we say, love, of a powerful man to awaken it fully.
