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.

“He can handle it from anyone else, Sasha, but not you.”

I get it but like he literally just called her a whore after she got repeatedly assaulted protecting him so yeah I think she should bitch slap him again few more times 🙄

I catch sight of Lachlan grinning. And then the bastard winks at me. He fucking winks.

Ronan and I have always had a fucked up way of going about things. The first time he took me, it was next to my dead boyfriend’s body. The first blowjob is in a basement he uses to kill people. He isn’t at all sweet. But if I wanted sugar, I’d eat a fucking cupcake.

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

“My anam cara,” we both repeat together. They are the same words carved into our wedding rings in Ogham script. The words that mean, quite simply, his soul is mated to mine.