Killer of Mine (Of Mine, #1)

by Alexis Grace

But is it really much of a surprise that the daughter of a serial killer would spend her whole life trying to be good?

“And Freya,” he says quietly, “if I were going to spank you, I wouldn’t use a hairbrush. I’d use my bare hand. And the imprint would mark your pretty pale skin for hours.”

Great, not only have I been arrested by the FBI team I most admire, I’m now lusting after all four of them.

Freya is a wildcard. I wasn’t lying earlier when I told her to consider me neutral ground. Part of me wonders if she might be good for us.

“One girl for all of us, that’s what we decided,” he says. “We knew coming into this job that any serious relationship would be hard. Everyone ends up getting divorced or leaving their partners as fucking widows. Freya is ours. We share her. That way she never gets left alone.”

“You think we need pretty?” I ask. “You think after all we’ve seen, all we’ve done that we want soft, perfect, fragile?” I ease her shirt up a little bit. “We want tough. Strong. A fighter.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Angel, you’re gorgeous. Stunning. But any scars you’ve got aren’t going to take away from that. They’ll only add to it. Because in our world, staying alive, is sexy as hell.”

I look over at Oz and see the same rage I’m feeling reflected back at me. We make a decision then and there. A silent promise between us to make her father pay.

“I was wrong before,” I say. “You’re not a fighter. You’re a warrior.”

any doubts I had about how I felt for her burn out. I don’t care that it’s fast. I don’t care that she lied. I don’t care about River’s rules. Freya is mine. And I will never let anyone hurt her ever again.

“Scottish on his dad’s side. The accent comes out in the bedroom,” he says.

“Trust isn’t about knowing everything. It’s about believing in that person anyway.”

Any concept of me being neutral ground when it comes to Freya went out the window the second I saw her scars. I’m as far gone as Jude. She’s it for me.

They’ll never forgive me. But I’d rather be sitting in a prison cell with Oz alive, than be the reason River, Jude and Eli lose a brother.

So, I force myself to hold Angelica’s gaze, to keep her eyes on me and not on the stupid, reckless woman who just stepped into the warehouse.

“Your life is no longer yours to risk,” he says, his words a declaration. “You belong to us and if you ever put yourself in danger like that again we will be right back here until you learn your lesson. Until you understand that your life is worth something. Is worth everything.”