These Violent Delights (These Violent Delights, #1)

by Chloe Gong

when you assume someone cannot speak English right off the bat, they tend to make fun of you.”

“Civilized?” Roma echoed. His voice was scratchy. “You have me at knifepoint.” “You had me at gunpoint.” “I’m on your territory—I had no choice.” Juliette frowned, then pressed the knife in until a bead of blood appeared on its tip. “Okay, stop, stop.” Roma winced. “I get it.”

Madame squawked when Juliette pulled the garrote wire tight, her fingers flying up to scrabble at the pressure digging into her skin. By then the wire was already wrapped around her neck, the micro-blades piercing in.

it was clear that they were referring to the British, not the Scarlet Gang. “They sip away on their tea and claim they invented it,” the second man continued. “Think again, fool. The Chinese were brewing tea before you even had a king.”

“These days, Juliette,” he said, low and warily, “the most dangerous people are the powerful white men who feel as if they have been slighted.”

She took a nibble, then turned around, facing the human equivalent of stale bread.

Damn

“I cannot fathom it,” she breathed. “You destroy me and then you kiss me. You give me reason to hate you and then you give me reason to love you. Is this a lie or the truth? Is this a ploy or your heart reaching for me?”

OH MY GOD!!!!! What are we talking about !?!?!?

Juliette withdrew her gun. Before Roma could say anything more, she ran out.

Im going to kill myself

“Why would he say such a thing?”

Because you. Are. Criminals!!!!!!!