Never Trust a Bad Boy by Kira Adams

Mikhaela
The day I was kidnapped was the first time I truly felt alive. My captors had no idea of the hell they were saving me from; the jail I had been living in. The monsters who controlled my world would stop at nothing to make them pay, to get me back. But we became a family – a family that looked out for each other.

Bo
She was never supposed to be a part of the equation, but sometimes you act on impulse. Surprisingly, she fit, kind of like a glove. Once we knew where she came from, we couldn’t possibly make her go back. And maybe she was just what we needed. Someone to bring us back down to earth, to remind us what it felt like to be free.