Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt? I have. Have you ever cherished the pain because you knew the kind you'd face without them would be way too unbearable? That's me. To young Neeka Perry, Denny is one thing. In the streets, he's a whole other entity. She was brave enough to love both sides, upside down, all around, and back again. He provided her with all a girl could believe she dreamed of—security, desire, and, most enviably, genuine love, all wrapped up in gold and diamonds. He removed her far from the course of her ordinary college girl lifestyle and swept her into his world of whimsical madness. For this and more, her love went beyond loyalty. She was devout... devout to him. But is there such a thing as too much passion? Can you love someone too much? And when you realize the person you love, and the person everyone fears, can also be the one everyone loves, and you can one day soon fear, who will save you? Especially when the person you need saving from is yourself? Stop right there. I don't want to be saved. I've shackled myself to him with love. And I swallowed the key. I'm in this for the long run. I am devout.