King of Depravity (Kings of Las Vegas #1)

by Tammy Andresen

Turning her stepfather into a meat puppet? Easy. Snuggling on Sunday mornings? That’s not going to be me. I’m the thing that goes bump in the night.

“Because,” she sighs. “You’re my stalker. I can’t go hanging out at your place. That’s just wrong.” I don’t release her. “It would make the stalking much easier if you did.”

He looks between me and her, noting my shirtless chest and her bare feet. “I’m just curious, yesterday you intimated that my brother was—erm—following you?” “Yeah. This is a lot less work for both of us,” she answers without taking her eyes from her work.

Part of me would like to make him really suffer. Tell him that he’s being offed for Chloe and for Arabella. But explanations are for movies.

When did I go from I want to make her dirty, to I care about her feelings, to I’m concerned about her future

“I don’t give a shit about stuff, and I don’t care what you take from my life, Chloe. Take as much as you want. It’s still way nicer to have you here.”