Reaper (Boston Underworld, #2)

by A. Zavarelli

I no longer see good in the world. I couldn’t tell you exactly when it stopped, only that it did.

What it must be like not to feel anything. Anything at all. I want that for myself.

Mine is to let her go and pretend I don’t need her. Because that’s what big sisters do. I’ve always looked out for her. Protected her. Sacrificed for her.

When he looks up at me with chocolate on his lips, I smile. He returns it, and goddamn, it’s a beautiful thing.

I haven’t had much in my life apart from Crow and his mammy and the syndicate. I made do with that before, but things are different now. My whole life is in that car up ahead, and I’m going to slaughter the men who thought they could take that from me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “Because I love you, Sasha.”

“I love you too, Ronan. I think I always have.”

“Sasha?” “Hmm?” I murmur sleepily against him. “I don’t know how I ever had the good fortune to find you.”