Queen of Nothing (Reina del Cártel, #1)

by Santana Knox

I wasn’t a flower; I was the bronze fucking cow made in the shape of God in the heat of scorching fire. I was the statuette that mere mortals kneeled for reverence in hopes of a rainy day, and I was that same rain that bathed away their sins. I had forgotten the queen that I had been molded to become, so I would have to thank Ronan for the reminder.

It was time these fuckers dropped to their knees and worshiped.