Destructive Desire by Kristen Luciani

Redemption. Retribution. Resolution.
I figured that killing the man who sold out my family would finally free me,
Let me get on with my life without the guilt that loomed over me like a toxic cloud.
But I was stupid for thinking I could beat the devil at his own game.
Because evil never dies.
It only lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike when you least expect it.
And then it will steal everything you didn’t think to protect.
Like Serena Vitale.
The one glimmer of light in a sea of blackness.
But I already saved her once,
And the devil doesn’t believe in second chances.