The Wrong Play (The Wrong Player, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Her head snapped up, and the second her wide, honey-colored eyes met mine, something clicked into place inside me. Like the fucking universe had just aligned in my favor. Like I’d been waiting my whole life to meet her.

It was over. I was done. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Careful, rookie,” he murmured, his voice like gravel. “Mouths that run too much tend to get sewn shut around here.”

“You can have five percent,” Jagger hissed, cursing under his breath about whatever had just happened. “Because it’s so fucking easy