Pennies (Dollar, #1)

by Pepper Winters

FREEDOM. Such a modest word. It carried very little importance for those who had it. But for those who didn’t, it was the most precious, prized, and promised hope of all.

Silence was a weapon I could wield better than panic. And if it meant I never uttered another word until I found freedom, then so be it.

When does living become the wrong choice and death the right one? When does taking your own life become wiser than letting someone else destroy it?

Suicide could be the final rebellion and one act he couldn’t prevent.

I saw strength in her, but I also tasted the yearning for her end.

Why did I suddenly want to be noticed instead of forgotten? Recognised instead of alone? Why did this man make me come more alive than I had in years?

Finally accept that Tasmin was dead and Pimlico would be, too.

“I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. I’m sorry for what I am. You’re worth pennies, but I’ll make you worth fucking millions. However, what I expect in return will be unpayable.”

“Oh, and seeing as you’re mine now, you might as well call me Elder.”