Blog Tour: Riot (Scarred Souls #4) by Tillie Cole
Stolen by the Arziani Georgian crime
mob as a child, 152 was raised and conditioned to be a Mona—the
most subservient of the Arziani Blood Pit slaves.
Gorgeous and
kind, she has been and under the imprisoning influence of the Type B
drug and under the command of the Blood Pit Master’s sister,
Mistress Arziani, for most of her life, until the Master calls her
back home to Georgia.
He wants her under his total control,
and Master always gets what he wants.
But when 152 is gifted
to the Blood Pit’s fearsome champion death match fighter as a
prize, 152 suddenly finds out that the men who appear most brutal,
may just own the kindest hearts. And love may be found, even when
living in hell.
Freedom, family, love, 152 will have to fight
for what she wants and ultimately make an impossible choice.
152
He nuzzled his cheek against mine and
said, “He wants you.” He stilled. In a flash, the cruel soul from
last night possessed his being. Snapping his head up, lips curling,
he hissed, “My High Mona. My pretty delicate petal. I don’t want
to let you go, but it will serve a higher purpose.” His cheeks
flushed with excitement. “Then I can own you completely. When my
empire is secure, I can have you all day and all night. I will
possess you in every pos- sible way.”
My blood turned cold at
his words. Feeling a wetness on my wrist, I glanced over and saw
blood trickling downward. Master saw it too and clicked his fingers
at Maya, who was hovering like a shadow in the corner. “Clean it,
chiri,” he snarled. Maya rushed to the water and wet a cloth,
immediately cleaning my wrist. I tried to meet her eyes, but she kept
her head down.
When my wrist was clean, I stared at the silver
bracelet and im- mediately knew it was the drugs. Instead of a single
injection, this would give me regular, automatic doses. The male in
the white coat quickly moved around the table, unshackling me
from the bed. Master helped me stand. When he did, he stepped back
and ranged his gaze all over me.
“Perfection,” he whispered. I
could see genuine pride in his ex- pression. Reaching down to his
crotch, Master palmed his harden- ing length. “So fucking perfect,”
he murmured. No sooner had his words left his mouth and he withdrew
his hand than the ruthless Master of the Blood Pit suddenly
reappeared.
With a surreal blankness now on his face, he walked
out the door and called for a guard. When a Wraith arrived, Master
in- structed, “Take her to him. Lock her in his cell.” He smiled
that sadistic smile and added, “Don’t let him out until he fucks
her.”
I heard Maya’s almost inaudible gasp beside me. But I
raised my head and prayed that my fear wasn’t showing. Master
pointed to the guard. “Follow him.”
I walked forward. Just
before I reached the guard, Master gripped my arm and slammed my back
against the wall. Before I could catch my breath, he smashed his lips
to mine, ravishing my mouth with his.
Master abruptly pulled back,
then stormed toward Maya. I didn’t understand what he was about to
do, until he gripped her by the back of her neck and slammed her
small body against the wall. I stood, motionless, as Master lifted
his hand and sliced it across her face. He was taking everything out
on her. She was too young to take such a cruel hand!
Desperate, my
eyes drifted to Maya’s, and my heart cracked when I saw in her eyes
that she was no longer in the room. Merci- fully, she had taken
herself elsewhere.
By her reaction, I realized this wasn’t
something new. Master had done this to the young girl before. Beat
her. Hurt her, as though she was nothing . . . not even a human at
all.
I felt sick to my stomach.
“Move!” The guard beside me
ordered, as I stared helplessly at Maya hurting on the floor.
The
male who had attached the bracelet worked on something at the back of
the room, offering Maya no help. A surge of anger burned within
me.
“I said move!” the guard snapped. I forced myself to
follow him out of the room, ignoring the young boys in the cages, and
into the hallway. When we reached the forked section, this time we
went down the right hallway and descended. Unlike the left hallway,
where it grew lighter the farther we walked, this hallway grew darker
and danker.
My fear grew with every step we took. Then we reached
a nar- row hallway. There was a wider hallway to the left. I started
when, from that direction, I heard the loud sound of males shouting.
I swallowed back my nerves when the guard walked straight ahead. The
noise faded the farther we traveled, until we arrived at a small
section housing only a few cells. It was much quieter here.
I
tried to understand where we were. The guard walked past the cells. I
tried to peer in, but unlike others I had seen, these had some
semblance of privacy. I heard soft moans coming from one. Instinc-
tively, I knew that a female was being pleasured.
The guard
stopped and reached for the door before us. When the door opened, the
guard looked at me and snapped, “Get in.” I hesitated when I
looked inside. I couldn’t see anyone in there, the room was so
dark.
When I didn’t move, the guard gripped my arm and hauled me
forward. He pushed me inside. I stumbled, landing on the hard ground
of the cell. My heart beat hard as I lifted my head. When I did, pure
terror seized me.
Sitting on a mattress before me was him. The
Blood Pit Cham- pion. The Arziani Pit Bull. Master’s greatest
warrior.
Warrior 901.
And he was glaring at me.
Unmoving.
Hatred spewed from his hard gaze.
I drew in a short breath, but it
was cut off when 901 rolled to his feet. He stepped forward, his huge
body towering above me. I choked back a scream.
He was the most
intimidating male I had ever encountered. And I was trapped in his
cell.
Completely alone. In the unwelcome company of a killer. And
there was absolutely nothing I could do.
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in
the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English
mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue
animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the
bright lights of the big city.
After graduating from Newcastle
University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her
Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade,
becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High
School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and
finishing her first novel.
Tillie has now settled in Austin,
Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing
herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her
characters.
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally
published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary
Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.
When
she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her
couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing
herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of
chocolate.
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