The Carver (Fifth Republic #2)

by Penelope Sky

“You just said you would kill someone if I fucked them.” “Yeah, I would.” He doubled down, didn’t backpedal, didn’t gaslight me. “So, I would get someone killed…and I would have to carry that guilt.” “Don’t fuck anyone else, and you’ll save lives. You’re a superhero.”

“Because I’m not fucking around. I will turn you into a concrete pillar in one of my skyscrapers. I will chop off your hand and feed it to a stray. I’ll make you eat my bullets so you can scream when you shit ’em out.”

“You sound so busy, I don’t know how you have time for me.” “I don’t have time for you,” he said. “I make time for you.”

“You’re my priority, and it’s my job to make you feel like a priority.”