Just when you think things will settle down and you can finally relax with your three deliciously sinful boyfriends... life proves you wrong.I thought I saved the day. I thought the big bad was defeated. I was wrong. The big bad wasn't really the big bad - someone was helping the serial killer from day one, pushing him after me while he sat back and watched.He calls himself the prophet, but I call him mad. He sends out broadcasts to entice others just like him to join his little gang.He wants to retake the city from us - from the Lucianos, from Newton, and all the men like him. And from me.But we're not going to let that happen.It's war now, and after nearly dying the last time, I won't sit back and wait until he comes for me. No. I'm gonna meet that b*tch head-on and show him just how vicious my heart can really be.I caught myself a serial killer, and now I'm gonna catch myself a Mad Prophet.One, two,I'm coming for you.Three, four,you'll never say a word more.Five, six...Ah, f*ck it. Nothing rhymes with six.