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384 pages, Paperback
First published November 19, 2021
"Hey, Hollywood. Thanks for inviting me. Your man is a toad, and this place is a dump." (Riley)
"Wait until you see your bedroom." (Sloane)
"Let me guess. You put me in the attic with the ghosts?"
"No, we put you in the basement so you wouldn't scare the ghosts."
"Appreciate it, hooker."
"No problem, troll."
"It's a long story. I'll fill you in later. Right now, I think the three of us need to get on a conference call." (Sloane)
Declan roars, "I'm not getting on the phone with that bloody arsewipe [Kage]!"
Sloane pats his chest. "I meant us three girls, honey."
Sputtering in fury, he says, "You're not talking to Natalie! I forbid it!"
Sloane kisses his cheek. "That's cute."
"You're going to hell." (Riley)
"Ha! They wish!" (Sloane)
"You have a flair for exaggeration. Has anyone ever told you that?" (Malek)
"Yes. My creative writing teacher in college described my aggrandizement of language as incredible." (Riley)
"I'm sure it wasn't a compliment."
"I got an A in that class."
"Because he knew if he failed you, you'd have to take the class again. He couldn't bear to live through that twice."

"I'm sorry, you've reached a disconnect number. Please hang up and try again." (Riley)
"Ah, sarcasm. The last resort of the witless." (Sloane)
"Speaking of witless, I'm not in the mood to have a battle of wits with an unarmed opponent. Call me when you grow a brain."
"Why do you insist on pretending I'm not a genius?"
"Just because you graduated summa cum laude from an Ivy League college doesn't mean you're smarter than me."
"This from a person who once asked me how many quarters there are in a dollar."

“Please stop shouting at me. I’m having a minor breakdown is all. Last week, I was living my nice quiet life in my nice quiet apartment in San Francisco. Since then, I’ve discovered that my sister is getting married to the head of the Irish Mob, and that I caught the eye of a notorious Russian assassin whose hobbies include stalking, appearing out of thin air, making wildly incorrect assumptions about people based on their wardrobes, and handing out large quantities of cash to strangers in restrooms. He’s also on a mission to kill my future brother-in-law. It’s been an eventful few days.”
“Jesus, take the wheel. I’m drunk driving.”





”Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
“I am afraid of you.”
He examines my expression. “Not very much.”
“Does that insult your ego?”
He makes a motion with his head that’s not a yes or a no, but more like a maybe.
“If it will keep you from killing me, I’ll act very scared. I’ll cry and everything.”😂😅🙈
”How’d you get in here, anyway? This place is a fortress.”
“Do you always talk this much when you’re about to die?” “Yes. I find pre-death conversation relaxing. Answer the question.”😂
“Now is probably a good time to remind you that I’m still the same person you left the rose for. So if you did kill me, you’d be killing her, too. Just a thought.”
“Are you on drugs?”
“Not at the moment, no. Why, do you have any?”
“There’s something wrong with you. Mentally. Right?”🙈😂
“One more thing. You have to kiss me back. Lie there like a cold fish, and your friend Spider eats a bullet.”
“I take back what I said about you being a gentleman.”
“I’ll burst into tears over that right after you give me your fucking mouth.” She inhales, closing her eyes and swallowing. When she opens her eyes again, I know it’s war.
“Ready?”
“Go to hell.”
“Can’t. The devil has a restraining order against me.”
“That’s not even original! I saw it on a T-shirt once!”
“You want original?” I put my mouth close to her ear and growl, “I want to impale you on my cock. I also want to wring your neck. I’ll settle for a kiss, instead.”
Who knew the impact of a kiss would be THIS meaningful 🥰
”That’s just…argh! You’re a sick, twisted—”
“Blah, blah, blah, yes. Whatever other bad names you’re about to call me, yes, you’re right.” His voice drops. “Now give me that fucking mouth again. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for the last twenty-four hours.”
”Any man who even looks at you wrong will die. Any man, including him. If I sense any hint of a threat, if anything whatsoever happens that displeases me, I will make him unalive. Do you understand me?”
”Go to sleep, Riley Rose.”
“How can I sleep with you standing there staring at me?”
“You’ve been doing well with it so far. Now close your eyes.” I heave a sigh, flop my arms dramatically at my sides, then obey him and shut my eyes... When I wake up in the morning, Mal is sleeping on his side next to me in bed, his arm under my neck, a leg thrown over both of mine, his big warm hand splayed over my belly. Right over my scar.🥺🥰
Minutes of silence pass. Then he says in a low voice, “Of all the people I’ve met who know what I do, you’re the only one who’s ever treated me like I’m human.” ❤️
”So you watch American crime shows, huh?”
“They’re very entertaining. Your criminals are the stupidest in the world.”
“They’re not my criminals.”
He cups my jaw and kisses my forehead. “No. You only have one of those.”
“Christ, Riley, you have to tell me what you need, or I can’t give it to you. Despite what you think, I’m not a mind reader!”
I reach up and stroke his beard, smiling. “You’re a psychopath.”
“Don’t try to flirt your way out of this.”
That makes me smile wider. “Only you would think a woman calling you a psychopath is flirting.”
After a long, silent moment, Sloane turns and looks at me. “How fun,” she says drily. “Stockholm Syndrome runs in the family.”😂👏🏻
“…Right now, I think the three of us need to get on a conference call.”
Declan roars, “I’m not getting on the phone with that bloody arsewipe!”
Sloane pats his chest. “I meant us three girls, honey.”
Sputtering in fury, he says, “You’re not talking to Natalie! I forbid it!”
Sloane kisses his cheek. “That’s cute.” She holds her hand out to me. “Come on. The sooner we can sort this out, the sooner his blood pressure can get back to normal.” 💅
“God, this is a fucked-up situation.”
Sloane props herself up on her elbows and gazes at me thoughtfully. “We might be looking at this the wrong way.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, between you, me, and Nat, we have the three most powerful men in the US and Russia totally pussy whipped.”
I say drily, “Always the incurable romantic.”
“I mean, think what we could accomplish!”😈👏🏻
"That's what I call you in my head sometimes. The demon waif." After a beat, he says, "Is that bad?"

Please be quiet. My inner demons are demanding that I kill you, and I want to hear what they have to say.”
Are you on drugs?” “Not at the moment, no. Why, do you have any?” “There’s something wrong with you. Mentally. Right?”
My little bird has claws.”
“Call me a bird one more time, and I’ll—”
“What?” I demand, pressing my chest to hers so I feel her heart pounding right through my shirt. “You’ll do what? Shoot me? Stab me? Drown me in a sea of words?”
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“You wish, you arrogant prick!”
She’s so mad, she’s almost spitting. I like this side of her. This feisty, angry side. It’s so rare that someone challenges me.
“Careful,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers. “Combat makes my dick hard.”
I wonder if my sister will mind when I start calling her fiancé Daddy?












"You make me wish I’d lived a different life. You make me wish I could go back in time and start over again.…. You make me believe in miracles, Riley Rose. When I’m with you, I feel like my life hasn’t been such a waste."
"Riley Rose. My beautiful obsession. This monster belongs to you, sweet girl. I’m tied up in chains at your feet."
"There’s not a compliment in the world that could do you justice."
"You make me think the world isn’t a shitty place after all, that goodness exists and happiness isn’t make-believe and true love is possible. You make me believe in miracles, Riley Rose. When I’m with you, I feel like my life hasn’t been such a waste."
