The Dark Truth (Hell Hounds Harem, #2)

by Briana Michaels

Out-of-control wore a lot of faces. It was important to recognize them all. And also know when to be tense and when to lighten the fuck up.

“We all suffer, Sara. Life is Hell.”

“Fuck,” Jack whispered, dropping his head back against the chair. “I can’t even right now. My even is busted to pieces.”