Crow (Boston Underworld, #1)

by A. Zavarelli

junkies. I know what Lachlan does. I know about the syndicate, but none of that matters to me. You see, I’m just using him for his cock. It’s huge. Massive, really, and I just love to ride it—” “Enough!” He slams his fist down on the table. Point made. I can’t even help the smile that spreads across my face. I’m in dangerous territory here, but this prick has it coming, really.

“Ye must’ve been chewing on four-leaf clovers all along.” I blink up at him in confusion. He smiles. “I’m completely mad for you, sweetheart.”