Crow (Boston Underworld, #1)

by A. Zavarelli

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

I’m the daughter of Jack Wilder. A third-generation Irish-American with champion’s blood running through my veins. I was raised on the streets of Southie, and I’m not afraid of anyone. I’ll take on every single one of those motherfuckers, and I’ll do it with a smile on my face. And when it’s all over, they will rue the day they ever met or fucked with Talia Parker.

“Come here.” He gestures for me. Would you get a load of this character? Come here, he says, like I’ll just do it. I do.

“Someone could hear us,” I protest half-heartedly. Lachlan’s eyes flash, and he grins. “Oh, I want them to hear us, butterfly. I want all the lads to know who’s inside of ye. The only man that’ll ever be inside of ye.” “You don’t own me,” I laugh. He captures my wrists and holds them above my head with one hand while the other pulls down my shorts. “Aye,” he grunts. “I fucking do.”