Queen of Nothing (Reina del Cártel, #1)

by Santana Knox

“I could never leave you Cecilia, but I need to go home and sit with the fact that you will someday,”

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.

“Zerkos is just a heartbroken fucking idiot, and his pride is what gets in the way of you two, every time. That’s why you clash. But me? I’m doomed to never get to touch, or taste, or feel you. And to never have, is a greater curse than to have and to lose.”