Keep Me (The Fox Family Crime Syndicate, #3)

by Summer O'Toole

I’m simply fascinated by the stories dead bodies tell. And murdered ones tell the most interesting stories.

I guess oaths are only wishful promises made with good intentions until fate decides to laugh in your face.

“You’re not the Cortez I take orders from. Bark at me again, and I’ll be the one you need protecting from.”

“You can hate me, treat me like a dog, tell me to be a good boy, but where you go, I go. And when shit hits the fan, you’ll be glad I'm in here and not out there.”

“Because when my hands are wrapped around your throat, I’m the one you’ll be praying to.”

Cash got himself lured to an empty warehouse, stabbed in the fucking leg, and then arrested as the June Harbor Slayer because he let a woman get in his head. Finn saw a similar fate when he nearly started a war over a woman.

“Don’t think for a second that you aren’t the one in complete control. That you don’t have total power over me.”

“I’m yours now, you understand?” he says between grunts and deep thrusts. “Yes, yes,” I cry as he hits a spot inside me that makes light burst behind my eyelids and my clit throb from the inside out. “Say it,” he bites out, jaw tight and sweat sliding down his temple. “You’re mine,” I gasp. “Mine.” “Fuck, I don’t want to be anything else,”

“Wake up, please, I need you. If you wake up for me I swear I’ll fucking marry you. I’ll take you skydiving. I’ll love you with every breath I breathe, every second of my life. Please, just come back to me—

“I’ll always be your monster, you only have to be my light.”