What if the only man who could save you… is the man who ruined you?

I don’t believe in heroes. Not anymore.

I survived the kind of hell most women never crawl out of.

Trafficked. Tortured. Broken and left for dead.

My only lifeline?

Saxon North.

FBI agent. Liar. Traitor.

The man who promised to protect me—then disappeared.

Now my past is back to finish what it started.

And so is Saxon.

Unhinged. Obsessed.

I trusted him once.

But I’m not sure I can trust him again.

Not with my body.

Not with my life.

And definitely not with what’s left of my heart.

Because putting my faith in Saxon North a second time?

Might be the ...

What if the only man who could save you… is the man who ruined you?

I don’t believe in heroes. Not anymore.

I survived the kind of hell most women never crawl out of.

Trafficked. Tortured. Broken and left for dead.

My only lifeline?

Saxon North.

FBI agent. Liar. Traitor.

The man who promised to protect me—then disappeared.

Now my past is back to finish what it started.

And so is Saxon.

Unhinged. Obsessed.

I trusted him once.

But I’m not sure I can trust him again.

Not with my body.

Not with my life.

And definitely not with what’s left of my heart.

Because putting my faith in Saxon North a second time?

Might be the one mistake I don’t survive.

They call me The Vagabond.

I don’t belong to anyone. I don’t belong anywhere.

But now there’s her – Maxine Andrade.

I told myself walking away from her was the right thing.

That getting too close would kill us both.

But I can’t stay gone. Not when the monsters are still circling.

She thinks I’m here to wreck what little peace she’s managed to build.

And maybe she’s right, because I don’t want peace.

I want her.

Ruined. Raging. Mine.

I’m coming back for her.

And this time?

I’m not letting go.

If you crave dark mafia worlds, antiheroes who love ruthlessly, and love stories born from wreckage, The Vagabond won’t just rip your heart out — it will grind it under its heel and make you thank it for the pain.