Things We Left Behind (Knockemout #3)

by Lucy Score

My biological instincts were scrambled. Instead of fight or flight, my body seemed to have added a third option: fuck.

I was tired of fighting. Tired of fighting with her. Tired of fighting my baser desires. It was self-destructive to want the only woman who had shattered my life. Who’d broken my trust. Who had landed me behind bars and very nearly ruined my life before it had even begun. Yet here I was, closer than I’d ever been before and still not close enough.

Instead, I felt a wave of frustration at the pointlessness of it all. Greed didn’t just destroy the greedy. No. The quest for power corrupted, ruining all it touched.