Crow (Boston Underworld, #1)

by A. Zavarelli

“Family, loyalty, honor, and blood. ’Tis the only thing that’s true.”

The crow symbolizes many things in different cultures—magic, transcendence, destiny, intellectual awakening. A physical representation of the space between heaven and earth.

You can’t change a leopard’s spots. Broken people can only fix themselves.

Hell on wheels. He’ll kill you, and he’ll do it with a smile on his face.

“Ye’re liable to get yourself some new concrete shoes if you keep running your mouth like that around here.”

He’s burning a path over my every curve and valley, feasting on me like he’s seriously considering fucking me right here.

So you will play by the rules, butterfly. You’ll be playing by all my rules.”

Nobody has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me at this moment. Like I’m his possession. Like if anyone else were to touch me, he’d break both their legs and an arm for good measure.

“Every King needs his Queen, right?”