Prologue
I will always love Cyril O'Reily. Before his accident, at the hands of his brother, Ryan we were newlyweds ready to set our own course. Now a shot to the head may change the course of our lives forever. I am Cheyenne Elizabeth Walker-O'Reily (handful I know.) As much as Ryan tries to play the tough guy, I know he is as terrified as I am.
Seeing Cyril hooked up to these wires, still and quiet scares the hell out of me. He is so beautiful, too beautiful for this world. The doctors, their assessments and prognosis are bleak. When Cyril does wake up from his brutal rape,. My vital, strong Cyril could potentially be more tormented. My reply to this so-called professional is that diagnosis is not a damn option.
I do whatever it takes to make sure he lives, even if I have to hold every person in this fucking hospital hostage. Fix him Doc, please. My everything is lying in that bed. After everyone leaves, I sit at the foot of the bed, looking at his gorgeous face. He was beautiful even bruised. Cyril, please wake up. Just say something. The machines keeping him alive answer my plea.
The next morning he wakes up. His eyes are like that of a newborn. So innocent and sweet. When he calls my name it sounds like a scared child calling for his mother. Tears stream down his bruised face. My heart breaks on the inside but I must stay strong for him. I have to kill this Aryan asshole. I will do anything to keep Cyril safe. Revenge is only the beginning…