Three (Angels of Wrath, #3)

by Paulina Ian-Kane

My brother is a robotic fucker. Stiff, humorless, emotionless. Unsurprisingly, he’s a lawyer.

More red on his face equals more joy in my heart.

I click the safety on and toss the gun at Grizzly. He catches it midair and slides it in the back of his jeans. Never wished to be an inanimate object before. There’s a first time for everything.

“For the time being, you are mine to do with whatever the fuck I want, when I want, where I want,” he states darkly. And cue the lava running into my bloodstream.

He looks so powerful above me. So in control. In control of me. So much of my life has me in control of other people. I’m the hacker, the one behind the scenes. But in reality, I take care of everything and everyone. The worry is constant. It’s a tough job, a twenty-four seven one, but I’m willing to do it to keep my family safe. Right now though, I don’t have to. I can just let the fuck go and let Hunter guide me. And holy shit, it’s liberating.

His uncontrollable grunts make me happy. Love to steal them from his lips.

I feel no remorse in taking his life. Prison taught me that hesitating just gives evil time to regroup. I don’t like to kill, but I’m not going to lose sleep over it, I already have my own nightmares for that.

“Ramiel.” My name sounds like a prayer on his lips…or a curse. Is there really a difference between the two?

It’s cute how Ramiel’s brothers think I’ll feel intimidated by them.