Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

Rocky because I was scrappy and loyal. He said people were prone to underestimate me due to my slight and dainty build, but they’d inevitably find out some day that I was a champion. Glory because Cleo’s full name was Cleopatra, which meant “glory of the father,” and Cleo was his pride and joy.

“The marriage line is too long,” she added. “Your reputation or theirs will be affected by this union. You are not very lucky, daughter. Not in love.”

Looking back, that was the start of it for me. Falling in love with him. Ruining his life. They would become one and the same, but right then, it was pure and simple. I loved him the way a child loved a superhero.

“You are the human personification of a pain in my fuckin’ ass,”

Axe-Man was a vocal lover, praising me for taking him so good and for having such a pretty, greedy pussy.

“But I don’t fuckin’ care. You got your teeth and claws in me, it’s only fair I got my ink on you. Even when I hate you, you’re mine.”

“Be good for me, Rocky, and I’ll take you as close to death as pleasure can get ya.”