Forced to Sin

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Clint Marino wasn’t the definition of a perfect catch. He was damaged, cruel…and carried the reputation of being many people’s worst nightmare. So how had he come into my life?

Simple.

I was a job he needed to complete.

But somewhere along the way, things became disjointed, confused. I found myself holding onto him instead of running away.

Did that make me naïve? More than likely. But after learning his weakness, I wanted to fix it. Seeing the blatant pain he tried to hide, I had an overwhelming desire to help.

I soon became enthralled, addicted to his broken pieces, blind to the storm headed our way.

When it hit, its impact was devastating, leaving me gasping for air…