And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t started to fall for the New York City vigilante. He’s the only other person that knows what it’s like to live behind a mask. There’s a darkness in him that mirrors my own. He embraces my broken soul.

But I’m tired of all the secrets, masks, and lies. I don’t need a man to save me. I’m the superhero of my own story. And all I need to focus on right now is Don Roberts – a monster far worse than I ever imagined – before he unleashes the mafia on this city and ruins any chance I have at a new life.