Reaper (Boston Underworld, #2)

by A. Zavarelli

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

I want to be what she needs. What she wants. But I’m not. Someone else will. Someone who I may very well end up killing too.

He’s polluted my mind so that I can only ever think of him. Only ever want him.