Riot (Scarred Souls Series #4)

Riot (Scarred Souls Series #4)

by Tillie Cole

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They call me 901. I am a monster, a killer, a champion. In the blood pit I am a god. I have no name, no family, and no identity. When master says fight, I fight…until I am the only one left standing. I have one goal, to fight so well that I am freed. I don’t need friends, I don’t need women. They are weaknesses. I am strong.

Until I see her. She is gorgeous and kind and off-limits to me. She was stolen as a child to be the worst type of slave and now master wants her. What he wants, he gets. With a smile, she melts my brutal heart. I have never wanted anything more.

I need to make a choice. Freedom or Love. I cannot choose wrong.

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ISBN-13: 9781250086273
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 03/07/2017
Series: Scarred Souls Series , #4
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 350
Sales rank: 126,651
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

After graduating from Newcastle University, TILLIE COLE followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world, becoming a teacher in between and teaching High School students Social Studies for seven years. Tillie has now settled in Calgary, Canada, where she is finally able to sit down and write. She writes Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels and happily shares her love of alpha-male leading men and strong female characters with her readers. Her books include Raze, Reap, and Ravage.
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, 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 for seven years. Tillie has now settled in Calgary, Canada, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters. Tillie writes Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels and happily shares her love of alpha-male leading men and strong female characters with her readers. When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys dancing, singing, reading, horse riding, listening to music or spending time with friends and family. Her books include Raze, Reap, and Ravage.

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By Tillie Cole

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2017 Tillie Cole
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ISBN: 978-1-250-08628-0



The Blood Pit Georgia Unknown Location

A warm breeze rippled over my skin, rousing me from sleep. My eyes were leaden as I tried to blink them open. When I finally succeeded, my vision was blurred. I tried to lift my head, but it ached, and pain pulsed down my spine.

A small cry left my lips as I tried to lift my arms and legs. They were racked by aches and featured the sensation of being pricked with a thousand needles. My mouth was dry. My eyes finally cleared enough to stare at the stone ceiling above me. The stone was a dull gray. Yet, in contrast to my surroundings, I lay on something soft and comfortable, my head sinking into what felt like the softest of down covered in silk.

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Managing to move my stiff fingers, I ran them along the soft fabric beneath me. Taking a deep breath, I held it in and forced myself to turn onto my side. I stifled a pained moan that was about to slip through my lips. I panted with exertion.

I squeezed my eyes shut. When the pain had subsided, I opened my eyes and stared at what was before me. I was in a ... bed? A real bed. A large, soft bed. My head was thick with confusion. My heart raced in panic at being here. I had never earned the privilege of a bed.

This time I ignored the pain and shuffled my head higher on the luxurious pillow until the room loomed into view. It was large and decorated beautifully. White drapery hung from the ceiling, tenting the room. There were several carpets of the richest reds and what appeared to be old brown furniture, perfectly situated around the outskirts.

I tried to think of where I could be, but my mind was a thick fog. I shut my eyes, the harsh light forcing me to shy away. Then it dawned: I wasn't used to the light; I was used to darkness. But why? I didn't know! I racked my brain trying to remember. All that emerged were fragmented images: cages, needles, pain, red-hot fire in my veins, the unbearable need for it to be extinguished. Then darker visions followed: visions of males dressed in heavy suits of black, a house filled with children, those children being taken away. Ripped from their beds.

My hands began to shake, fingers curling into weak fists. Wraiths. Night Wraiths, my mind whispered as the words moved on.

Then a featureless face came forth. A brutally scarred, featureless face. The face of a monster, yet as scary as this huge muscled, scarred monster was, I felt no fear. In fact, it was the opposite — I felt safe. On seeing this face, warmth cocooned me. My hands stopped trembling. But the face remained. It gave way to a deep, raw voice assuring me that he would save me. At any cost. That he would come for me, wherever I was. That we'd once again be free.

I felt the soft, wet touch of a teardrop on my hand. Only then did I realize I was crying. My eyebrows furrowed, wondering why I was crying. Once again I racked my brain, trying in earnest to remember why this man was so important to me. I teetered on the very edge of this discovery, until the door to my right opened. I froze, as a young woman slowly entered the room. My eyes were wide and my breathing labored as I inspected her. She was small, dressed in a long, ill-fitted gray dress. She walked with a slight limp. When her head finally turned in my direction, I gasped audibly. The right side of her face was disfigured. No hair grew on that side of her head. The young female's dark features were marred by thick, ugly scars.

On her back, I noticed the unique identity tattoo that betrayed her status: a chiri. One of the "plagues." The lowest type of slave in the Blood Pit. Their tattoos read 000, denoting that they had no names. They were the shades of our world, the bit players who were so lowly they were not even worthy of a personal ID. I frowned at how I knew all of this information.

The Blood Pit ... My mind raced with the realization of where I was. The place I feared most. I was in the Blood Pit. But how ... where ... why ...?

As if feeling my shocked stare, the chiri's dark eyes met my own. She stilled, then quickly dropped her head. A lump clogged my throat. She looked no older than a teenager. Maybe fifteen or sixteen?

The chiri turned to scurry to the other side of the large room, but I managed to call out, "No, please don't." I swallowed hard, feeling as if a million shards of glass were massaging my throat.

I coughed to rid myself of the unpleasant sensation. As I did, the chiri rocked on her feet with indecision. Finally, her shoulders slumped and she dropped the linens she was holding in her hands and rushed to my bedside. I watched her as she poured water from the jug beside me into a glass. Without lifting her downcast eyes, she handed me the glass. I tried to lift my hand to take the drink, but the pain of moving even a muscle was too great. Tears welled in my eyes. The frustration of my confusing predicament too much to take.

As a teardrop fell to the pillow beneath me, the edge of the glass was suddenly placed at my lips. When I blinked back the tears blurring my vision, the chiri was gesturing for me to drink. As soon as the cool liquid hit my tongue, I closed my eyes. I drank and I drank until I had emptied the glass. The chiri refilled the glass and I drank that, too.

When she went to fill a third, I whispered, "No, that's enough. Thank you."

The young female kept her head down and went to walk away. Before she could, I begged, "No, please stay. I ..." I shook my head, wincing at the ache it brought. Pushing the pain aside, I asked, "Where am I? Why am I in such a room? I'm so confused."

The chiri did as commanded, and without meeting my eyes, she replied, "You are in the High Mona suite, miss. Master commanded it."

In a split second of clarity, I remembered what I was. I was a mona. A slave used for her body, to give males pleasure whenever they wished.

Ice replaced the warm blood running through my veins. Shivers broke out along my skin and traveled down my spine.

High Mona?



Master Arziani. That name sent a rapid shock to my heart, its beat increasing in speed. I wasn't sure why this Master scared me so, but again, I trusted my instincts, which told me to fear him greatly.

Dragging in a much needed breath, I asked, "I'm in the Blood Pit?" The question left my mouth, words laced with the confusion that still smogged my mind.

"Yes, miss. You were brought back six weeks ago. You have been gone awhile."

Shock rippled through my body. "Six weeks? Brought back?" I questioned. The chiri nodded once in response. I racked my brain trying to remember anything about where I had been, any morsel of memory from the past six weeks, but there was nothing. Panic flooded my senses.

"I don't remember," I said hoarsely. "I don't remember anything." The blurred scarred face of the male flickered through my mind yet again. I tried to hold on to the image of his face. I remembered that he had blue eyes. Somehow familiar blue eyes. But before I could understand why, he had disappeared, sucked back into whichever black hole was stealing all conscious thought.

My chest constricted and the ability to breathe was taken from me. My dry lips parted as I fought for air. Despite the pain, my hand moved to my chest and gripped over my heart. Panic surged through me and my feet began to kick. But my traitorous body wouldn't move. The aches and pains held it down. A whimper escaped from my lips. Suddenly, two hands gripped my arms and held me in place.

Frantically, I looked up. The chiri had leaned over the bed and was trying to keep me calm. "I ... can't ... breathe ..." I forced out. The chiri finally met my gaze. Her eyes were dark and large. She would have been pretty, I thought, if it had not been for the ravaged side of her face.

"You're panicking," she said softly. "It's the drugs. You have been weaned off one and placed on another, a lower, less intense dosage. It's why you're in pain. It's why you're struggling to remember anything. Your brain needs time to adjust."

Reaching out, I gripped the chiri's arms and followed the rhythm of her breathing. She inhaled slowly, as I attempted to fall into step with her calm rhythmical breathing. My heart had been beating so fast I was sure it would burst from my chest. But after minutes of controlled breathing, it regained its normal beat. I could once again breathe, my pulse slowed to a steady beat.

Yet I didn't let go of the chiri's arms. Seeing I was calm, the chiri lowered her head. As she did, I studied her up close. My heart dropped. The disfigurement, what appeared to be a burn mark, was severe. Her hair was patchy, and her skin was red over her right cheek, neck, and ear. A wave of sorrow washed over me.

What had she been subjected to? How was this done? But worse, why was this considered normal? Why did seeing someone so brutally scarred not shock me?

Then I thought back to her words, as anxiety once again tried to hold me in its clutches. Drugs? The drugs? Opening my mouth, I whispered, "Drugs? You said ... drugs?"

After a brief pause, the chiri replied, "Yes, miss."

"Please," I asked. "Explain. I ... I find myself confused. My mind is a jumble of thoughts. I can't pin anything down."

The chiri paled. She shook her head. "I am not authorized to speak of such things. I've been sent to care for you, nothing more."

"Please," I begged. "Why am I here? How am I here? I need something to make sense." My head pounded as I grew silent.

It was several seconds before the chiri replied. "You were with Mistress Arziani for a long time. You were not in the Blood Pit. But Master called you back. So you returned. That's as much as I know."

I closed my eyes, trying to remember something, anything, but nothing was there. "I don't remember," I whispered.

"The drugs," the chiri repeated. Opening my eyes, I waited for her to explain. After rolling her lips together nervously, she said, "You were on the monebi drug. You have been subjected to it for years. When Master called you home, he ordered you be taken off it and instead put onto the High Mona formula."


"I do not know why, miss. I was simply brought in as your chiri. I have been assigned to your care while you are High Mona. Every High Mona is assisted. It's part of your privileges."

A million questions clogged my fuzzy mind, but I picked out one to ask. "High Mona?" I shook my head slightly. "Can you explain? I don't understand? What is a High Mona?"

The chiri looked up and with a deep breath stated, "Miss, you are Master's new personal consort. You have been elevated to be his. And only his. You are no longer the property of other males, as you were before."

All of the blood drained from my face as her words reached my ears. Releasing her arms, I stared down at my hands and saw them shaking. I searched my mind for why the news that I was Master's High Mona was a bad thing, but I couldn't remember. It was as though a high wall shielded my past from my mind's eye. Obscuring the answers to the many questions I had.

"Why am I shaking?" I asked nervously. "Why does this cause me to feel fear?" I clenched my hands together into fists, gritting my teeth through the aching pain. My eyes then scanned the room, at the luxury and the opulence. Nothing looked familiar. Instinctively, I just knew that I did not belong.

As that thought passed through my mind, another took its place. I felt the soft bed beneath me, breathed in the clean fragrant air, and asked, "If I am the new High Mona, what happened to the last?" The air seemed to fill with tension. As I glanced up to the chiri, I pushed, "Tell me."

"She was killed, miss."

My heart dropped. "How?"

"I do not know, miss. She was disobedient. I don't know how or why, but Master put her to death. Publicly. In the pit."

"The pit?"

"The pit is where Master's fighters have their matches, miss."

Lifting my hand to my head, I gripped my hair. "I don't remember anything. Yet everything seems so familiar, if that makes any sense at all. It's like I hold the answers to all of my questions, but they are lost somewhere in my mind and I can't access them."

"You will remember them again, someday," the chiri informed. "The new High Mona drug you have been put on brings with it a clarity you were missing on the Type B drug. It takes awhile, but hopefully sooner rather than later you will remember things that seem out of reach now. The weaker drug is a better drug to be on, miss. Believe me. It shields you from pregnancy, yet it still gives you the need to be taken for Master's benefit. Though it will not hurt you and drive you insane like before. Master likes his High Monas to be aware of his touch. He likes you to be aware of him at all times. He wants you to feel every single second of being with him. He wants you to remember exactly who you are servicing."

"How do you know this?" I asked.

The chiri paused nervously, then said, "It is common knowledge among the slaves, miss. Master does not hide much."

Freeing my hair from my hands, I let them drop as fear began climbing back up my spine. Fear of being the solo consort to Master. A male I had no conscious memory of, but a male that my mind told me I already knew. Well.

Silence filled the room, then I asked, "Why me? Why have I been chosen? Has Master ... taken me before? I feel like he may have. I feel like he has touched me before now."

The chiri's shoulders stiffened, but she eventually whispered, "Yes, miss. He was the only male servicing you here in the first few weeks when the monebi drug still held you in its grasp. Since your initial need for his release calmed, he has been eagerly waiting for you to wake fully, with a clear mind." Her eyes flitted to mine, then quickly looked away.

"What?" I asked with dread. The chiri didn't add anything, so I shook her arm and pushed harder, "What? Tell me."

"You have caught his eye, miss. More than I've seen before. He has been visiting you every day, waiting for you to open your eyes. That is ... that is not normal for him. He is Master, he can have anyone he desires, but he is solely focused on you."

"He is?" I asked, swallowing down my apprehension.

"Yes, miss. He will be very happy you're awake. He's been getting agitated. He hasn't even taken another mona. He wants only you."

Feeling my body aching, I slumped back against the pillows. The chiri hovered by, building up the courage to continue. "Miss, I've worked for the monebi all my life. Though you don't remember what you have been through yet, you should eventually. If you remember, you will be thankful that you have been elevated to this new status." She glanced down, then sighed. "The monebi life is one of violence and servitude. We are all owned and controlled by Master, but even though I am the lowest of the low, I would willingly take my chiri status over being a mona ... the things they make you do." She swallowed, cheeks flushing with red, and quickly added, "If you submit and obey every command asked of you by Master, you will find yourself much better off."

The chiri then seized the opportunity to rush from the bed and commence her duties. I watched as she efficiently gathered fresh bed linens and put them in a dresser. Then she moved to a large bathtub and began filling it with water. She added some kind of liquid to the water, and the room quickly filled with the most beautiful perfumed scent.

I closed my eyes as the aroma washed over me. When I opened my eyes, the chiri was walking to the side of the room with a red dress in her hands. She laid it out on a table, then moved back toward the tub. She turned off the faucet and walked my way.

When she stood at the side of my bed, she said, "Miss, I have orders to bathe you. I was instructed by Master that the moment you wake I am to cleanse you, dress you and prepare you, then inform him."

Panic blossomed inside me again, but I held it back. I knew there was no way out of this. Something, some unknown voice inside my head, told me that I could not fight this fate, whatever it was. Pushing myself to sit up, I accepted the chiri's offer of help to walk. I leaned heavily on her until I reached the tub. The chiri undressed me and helped me slip into the hot water.

As my body was enveloped in warmth, I sighed as my muscles relaxed, my pain evaporating with the rising steam. I closed my eyes, my eyelids pulled down by tiredness. As I did, the image of a dark-haired female towering over me came to mind. The vision was blurred, but I could see her ordering a male to take me as I writhed in pain on the floor. In the vision, I also saw the scarred male from my previous memory being restrained in the corner of a small room, a metal collar tightly fastened around his thick neck. And he was fighting to be free while I was on the hard floor, a deep, unbearable pain tearing me apart from inside. He was being forced to watch me being ravaged. And at the sight, his huge, built body radiated rage.


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Table of Contents


Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Prologue: 901,
1: 152,
2: 152,
3: LUKA,
4: 901,
5: 152,
6: 901,
7: 152,
8: LUKA,
9: 901,
10: 152,
11: LUKA,
12: 901,
13: 152,
14: ILYA,
15: LUKA,
Epilogue: ILYA,
Also by Tillie Cole,
About the Author,

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Riot 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I can't believe it's over. One of the best series that I have read. I enjoyed it tremendously.
krissysbookshelf More than 1 year ago
So there were some things I loved and some things that I didn't and there was something that nagged me through most of the book. One being that Riot sounded like something I'd already read. The previous books. It was too similar in the fact that I felt as if you could almost take the previous ones and fill in the blank and get the same story. The characters (or their personalities rather) didn't stand out as much as I wanted them to even though if I'm honest they were my favorite in this installment of the Scarred Souls series. I felt as if there could have been more on the line more anticipation and more individuality to increase the stakes this far in and was hoping for the increase of build up but it only seemed like more of the same monotone leveling. Another note that I had issue with is that the characters were so young, I wanted more maturity more wisdom out of them after all they'd been through yet I felt at that stage they didn't have as much a grasp on it as I was hoping they would. I don't know if that fault lays on me or the characters but I wasn't feeling it this time around. I did like that 901 had so much more going on and so much more on the line yet I wish that we (myself or the readers) had gotten a more serious exploration on that front. The pit bull was putting up and risking his hand yet I felt like he wasn't really given his due. In the end Riot was good and its still worth the read but it just didn't quite amp it up to meet the level of my expectations which had been building for quite awhile.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series the whole way through
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my least favorite in the series (just my personal opinion), but still a great read. I recommend this series.
belllla More than 1 year ago
3.5stars Riot is the book where everyone finds their revenge and the people who are responsible for the cruel fate of previous characters finally come to justice. I didn’t like so much this book is was darker have more explicit content that some of the other readers may find it disturbing. For me was in this book too much. The characters are develop and we see how they are surviving the cruel world they are living in. Inessa and Ilya are both several times cruel punished and there is a lot of blood. It is great that we see how they fall in love unplanned. But the author is true to herself and ends the story beautifully. I volunteered to review an ARC of this book for Netgelly
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was the perfect ending to this series. It kept me engaged and made me love the storyline that much more.
Books6565 More than 1 year ago
Wow! This was a great ending to this series. I read this book right after I read Ravage. But since I read the first two books when they first came out, I had to go back and skim Raze and Reap. All the characters come together in Riot to bring this story to its satisfying conclusion. I will admit that this book was hard to read.......that's why it took me a week to finish. I had to take a break and read something light. Inessa's story is just heartbreaking. And although Valentin's story ended in a HEA in Ravage, it never felt right because his heart was still broken over his sister. I loved Ilya......even though his situation was no better than Inessa's, he still came out strong and in control over his "master". I over how he treated Inessa even reluctantly. I will or give any spoilers but it is a perfect ending to this series. And as much as I loved this series, I do not want Ms. Cole to write another bc the ending was so perfect. I want these characters to have their peace!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read. Can't believe that the series is over.
TammyS32 More than 1 year ago
This was my first read by this author and I am looking forward to reading more. The story had me hooked from beginning to end. The characters are amazing and story is filled with drama and emotion. This is a dark read so be prepared. I loved it!
CRISSYM More than 1 year ago
This is the first book I've read in the series and I enjoyed it and the characters a lot. I look forward to reading more books from this author. Although this book is part of a series it can be read as a standalone. I had no problems following the story even though I hadn't read the previous books.
Live-Laugh-Ducks More than 1 year ago
This is the perfect ending to the Scarred Souls series. I've loved this series since the beginning, allowing these stories to break my heart and keep me hooked one after the other. I've wanted a female slave's story since one was first introduced. I love 152 and 901's story. Unlike the previous books in the series, this story focuses on 2 slaves, coming from the same place mentally and physically. They do the impossible by finding each other and allowing their affection for one another to override their sense of self preservation. Despite being adults, the innocence surrounding and driving their love is endearing and heart breaking. There's not a moment in this book that you're not rooting for 152 and 901 whole heartily! This book does a beautiful job of closing the series. I would definitely still read the stories of the secondary characters introduced in Riot, but nothing feels unfinished here. This book is the perfect closure for the series and the characters. **ARC provided in exchange for honest review
DorisB More than 1 year ago
I have been following this series and have waited for 152’s story to be told and I wasn’t let down. You just have to make sure you are ok with some darkness but this book is all that but a whole lot more. Everyone has a weakness even though in this book it took a lot of underhandedness of the Russian mafia to pull that from a warrior like 901. The Master was pure evil and he took what he wanted when he wanted it as in the case of 152. This may be dark but the love story was one that grabs your heart and doesn’t let go. I am a true fan of this series and each and every book was a definite 5 star read. I received this book as an ARC from NetGalley for a freely given honest review.
JkD88 More than 1 year ago
“…but her warm palm on my face was something else entirely. For the briefest of moments, it pumped life back into my dead heart. For a split second, it made me feel alive. And in that short second, I was reborn.” “‘I don’t want you to take me … because …’ I hissed as my channel contracted, then forced myself to add, ‘you don’t want me. You don’t want this … I couldn’t stand to be the one who took away your choice.'” This series has broken me with each installment. These characters have been through so much, and the world that has been created to hold them is one so terrible, I doubt most of us could survive it, let alone come back from it. In this book, it was no different — Tillie broke me yet again. For the mona in this story, their life is one without choice, where they are forced to service whomever Master tells them to. Not only are they without that choice, they are given a drug which gives them pain unless they are attended to. The women who are held captive in this position are some of the strongest characters I’ve ever read, 152 included. 152 illustrates how strength and love can transform the world around you, and give you hope even in the darkest of gulags. The Arziani Pit Bull is a fighter, no not simply a fighter, a killer of epic proportions. Not only does he never lose, he is never touched. Master needs this man, therefore he must control him. A killer such as this doesn’t reach his pinnacle with weaknesses, so Master must create one. What he underestimates is that so often our weaknesses can produce the most strength. I can’t accurately describe to you all the feelings that swept over me as I read through this book. To see so many people’s lives affected by this level of cruelty and hunger for power was, honestly, exhausting. More than once I was brought to tears seeing an act of warmth, love, or loyalty. These characters deserve all the happiness and all the freedom that life can afford them, and watching them suffer so much … this is an excellent series & comes highly recommended. But I must warn that there are sections that are not pretty. The details are included BECAUSE they give you a true depiction of the horror that fills their lives. Still, a great read, an emotional read, and past the darkness … a beautiful story.
tradermare More than 1 year ago
In Riot, Tillie Cole shows how love can bloom in the darkests of worlds where people are possessions, known only by number and kept under the worst conditions. Riot is truly a dark romance, so you should be prepared for some difficult scenes, but it does a great job of infusing light into 901 and 152's story. While there is some "lightning bolt" love aka insta-love, it's so believable that after everything 901 and 152 go through, that they would find each other and feel something so strong. Some love just can never be forbidden. But love is a weakness in their environment, a liability, and it is certain that the master will use it against them. It's all about the light against the dark (and it can get dark) in this romance and it worked well for me. I loved that even though they are both stripped down to having almost nothing, they still find a way with some help. It's what makes this story compelling. I loved how everything came full circle. This title works well as a standalone but you're probably going to want to go back and read the rest of the series once you are done.
Betul90 More than 1 year ago
"You are in my heart. You are in my scarred soul." Riot is the last book in the Scarred Souls series, so I really tried to read slow to drag it out as much as possible. We met 152 in Ravage and I was intrigued by her right away. I couldn't wait to read her story, and see what would happen to her. Tillie Cole didn't disappoint and hooked me to the story right away. "We didn't have names. Our numbers weren't welcome in this moment. Right now I was his beautiful, and he was my brave warrior" The moment Master sees 152 he becomes obsessed and has to have her for himself. She becomes his High Mona, his personal consort. However the moment he sees that his most disobedient undefeated champion of the Blood Pit shows interest, the Master thinks of a plan to get 901 fully under his control. He gifts him 152 to then use her as a bargaining chip. I loved both 901 and 152, they were both such intriguing characters and very likable. My heart broke for both of them because they had went and still went through so much during their captivity. However both were strong and didn't lose hope. To see them develop feelings for each other was beautiful, and it was very innocent. 192 is a warrior who doesn't want anything or anyone becoming his weakness. So he tries to keep a distance from 152. A lot of horrific and heartbreaking things happen at the compound, and I cried a couple of times. "I wish I knew your name. I want so much to know the name of the male who has brought me home to his heart." This book had it all. There was a lot of action, fighting, romance, darkness and very emotional scenes. Both 901 and 152 were amazing characters and I loved them together. I also loved that Luka had a couple of chapters, and that the gang fought to once and for all destroy the evil Arziani empire. The ending was perfect and I would love a bonus epilogue or even a novella because I love this series so much. Tillie Cole concluded this series perfectly and I am going to miss every character!
JulieD2 More than 1 year ago
Sadly, Riot is the last book in the Scarred Souls series, and we leave the evil Master and the tortured souls in the Blood Pit with a bang. 152 has become Master's obsession, he wants to possess her in all ways. 901 is his undefeated champion, but he is not fully under his control yet so Master gifts him 152 to gain his compliance. But his plans back fire, at first 901 doesn't want anyone becoming his weakness, but soon 901 and 152 start to develop feelings for each other. And freedom becomes a dream they both covet dearly. The Blood Pit is a terrible place and horrendous things happen there. The story is dark and gritty, and full of heartbreaking emotions (yep! I cried) wow! what a story. A great conclusion, I highly recommend it!
JulieD2 More than 1 year ago
Sadly, Riot is the last book in the Scarred Souls series, and we leave the evil Master and the tortured souls in the Blood Pit with a bang. 152 has become Master's obsession, he wants to possess her in all ways. 901 is his undefeated champion, but he is not fully under his control yet so Master gifts him 152 to gain his compliance. But his plans back fire, at first 901 doesn't want anyone becoming his weakness, but soon 901 and 152 start to develop feelings for each other. And freedom becomes a dream they both covet dearly. The Blood Pit is a terrible place and horrendous things happen there. The story is dark and gritty, and full of heartbreaking emotions (yep! I cried) wow! what a story. A great conclusion, I highly recommend it!
kJenn More than 1 year ago
Received ARC for a fair and honest review My mind is blown from this book, I have a major book hangover... This was a bite your nails, edge of your seat, kleenex box next to you book. Riot is the 4th book in the Scarred Sours series and is the final book. I wish this series wasn't coming to an end because I loved it, but what a way to go... This book tied all the loose ends up in a near little package so to speak. Riot is best read in order after the first three books. If you want updates on your favorite characters from the previous three books, don't worry you will get them!!!! 901/Ilya is the Blood Pit champion, 152/Inessa is the High Mona for the Master and is Valentin's sister. 901 won't obey, has no weaknesses and Master Arziani is determined to find one, when he catches 901 staring at 152. To break 901 he sends him 152. The storyline flowed well and the book really put you right there in the story. I struggled to put the book down, and it was only because I had no choice and it was always in the middle of a major event. I shirked all my responsibilities because I couldn't put this book down. The characters felt real, and the heartbreak and devastation in the story was palpable. I loved the first three books, and thought it would be really hard to top them, but this one rivaled if not topped them. I loved seeing the updates on all the other couples, and the glimpse into life after. Definite 5 star read for me hands down!!!
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
When your identity is stolen, your memory erased and you are raised as an animal, taught to kill or be killed, inside there is a heart, a longing for companionship and for one special person and for love. Number 901 was a killer, brutal, cold and fierce. His job day after day when released from his sell was to entertain the masses through death matches and he never lost. His “master” was a twisted soul who enjoyed the blood, the money and the power he felt lording over the best fighters every made, never mind they were drugged within an inch of their lives. For 901, to make a friend was to lose his edge, what if he had to fight them to the death? When the Master wanted a sex slave, he took the best of the best in his stable of “monas.” She, too is drugged to crave the debauchery of this sadistic monster. Number 152 was beautiful, tortured and forced to do the master’s bidding. She also is someone’s sister, just like every other sex slave held prisoner since they were children. Now she would become a weapon of torture for the master’s bidding as he offers her to the Blood Pit’s champion, 901. He rejects her at first until her painful moans from the drug induced sexual frenzy weaken his resolve, because if he doesn’t fill her needs, she will die. What either expected was to fall in love, to truly want someone, need them. The only thing that could make things perfect would be freedom and the death of the master. RIOT by Tillie Cole is dark, disturbing and filled with the gore of hand to hand combat, as well as the havoc it wreaks on the human mind. The only light in the world of an underground fighter is if they find love and even that can be used against them. Discover a stark world where the only thing one man has left is his pride and the fledgling honor he keeps hidden. Find the beauty of love in the ugliest of places and discover what power lies within those four letters as the final battle is waged and death stalks those who fight to survive. I received an ARC edition from St Martin's Griffin in exchange for my honest review.
NicoleMW More than 1 year ago
WOW!! Tillie Cole never disappoints. This is an amazing ending to an amazing series. Inessa and Ilya were both great characters that I was instantly drawn to and was rooting for them to get their happy ending. This is a must read.
Splashesintobooks1 More than 1 year ago
This is definitely not a cosy, easy read. It is a story of a Master controlling men, women and children for his own ends. They are his slaves, he decides what to do with them, whether they will live or die, suffer or prosper are all at his whim – and he can and does change his mind. The slaves are known only by numbers, their master endeavouring to eradicate their knowledge of their own names, families and relationships so they will strive to fulfil his wishes and always please him. Physical, mental and emotional abuse, using drugs to promote required behaviours, battles to the death, sexual violence, all are key elements in this very dark, horrific story, so you have been warned! The characters are well developed and many of their points of view shared, making them easy to relate to and empathise with. It is also a story of love in the most brutal of circumstances actually conquering all in the end. This includes love of siblings determined to rescue each other as well as romance. For me it was just too violently abusive though I thought the scene setting was superbly written however some people will love this action packed plot. The ending is such a relief after such a traumatic, horrendous story! Many thanks to the publishers for gifting me a copy of this novel, via NetGalley, with no obligation. This is my honest review.
AmyBosica More than 1 year ago
“I am the Russian Pit Bull. The collector of souls. This was my domain. The Blood Pit was my arena. And I’d fight until the end.” “You are more.” “My more. 152, my more.” “You have made me feel, in here. You have made me want things I never dare myself to want. You have made me want to fight for survival, not pride. I no longer want to die on the pit’s sand, like a warrior. I no longer want to die at all.” “You make me want to live.” “You are my heart. You are in my scarred soul. You are my male. My Ilya….I am not free if I don’t have you.” Riot is the epic and thrilling conclusion to The Scarred Souls Series. In this final book, our characters will be put to the test in the most unimaginable ways. The stakes have never been higher. Riot is incredibly well written, raw and intense. This story is not going to be an easy one and at times, it might be hard to read. The situations and circumstances our characters will experience are not easy, but I promise that the journey will be worth it. It is not all dark. There are some light moments among the dark. There is hope in unimaginable circumstances. There is unexpected love that will last a lifetime. Riot will grab on to you from the beginning and just hits the ground running. There is never a dull moment and you will be on the edge with anticipation. This book was everything that I wanted and more. I enjoyed every minute of this story from beginning to end and loved seeing this series come full circle. Fans of this series, you are going to love this epic and heart-pounding ending.
MBurton More than 1 year ago
5 Intense Stars! Whew! I feel like I can shake out my limbs and relax now. This is one of those series that you just can't wait to dive in, yet you're nervous to start. It's such an amazing story of the ultimate underdog. These men are warriors, fighters, unbelievably strong men who are enslaved by one weak man. You want them to break their chains so badly. I tense up from the beginning til the end when I can finally breathe again. The author had me falling fast for these killing machines and rooting for their victory. The best victory of all is the love they found that made them fight for their lives. There is nothing better than to see someone who has lived so much tragedy get their happiness in the end. Amazing book. Amazing series. Amazing author. ARC provided by NetGalley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tillie never disappoints. Just wow....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I want some sex