Reaper (Boston Underworld, #2)

by A. Zavarelli

Five things, my father’s voice echoes inside my head. Find five things you can smell, hear, see, and touch. Ground yourself, Sasha.

Damaged souls have their own beauty. A dark, terrifying beauty. The same type of beauty I recognize in Ronan.

I just caught the boss and the underboss of the Irish mob blushing over a baby.