Picture this: you get home, driven by the hunger that has been holding you captive the whole day, and instead of finding food on the table, you see your brother at a gun point.
What do you do?
After volunteering to be a captive of New York's biggest and most dangerous gang for the sake of her brother, Angel doesn't know what to expect. Her petty attitude and extra ass stirs up a lot of unwanted trouble for the psychopath of a kidnapper she's stuck with- but she could care less.
Seriously, she could care so much less.
You put a careless, happy-go-lucky girl, who cares about nothing aside from her food, and a dark, cold man who's still haunted by his nightmare life together. Not the best duo, but you know what they say: opposites attract.
"Darling, the magic happens at the strike of 12."