Empire of Hate (Empire, #3)

by Rina Kent

Is there a way to reach out to eighteen-year-old me and choke him to death? To make him aware of who stood on his fucking doorstep that night?

I will gladly do that. And I'll strangle current you with my bare hands too.

It was the first and last time I knew what a broken heart felt like. Excruciating pain, epic hangovers, and model-like blondes with vicious character.

You turned into the world's biggest asshole because the girl you fucked ONCE was "with" another boy? That is fucking insanity.