Menace (Scarlet Scars #1)

by J.M. Darhower

“I’d wreck you for any man that came along after me, put them all to shame, because I’d give you exactly what you wanted.” “How could you possibly know what I want?” “Because,” he says, grabbing a fistful of my hair and twisting my head, forcing me to turn away from him. “Looking at you is like looking in a mirror, Scarlet.”

“What are you, the orange juice police?” “Maybe.” “Well, Mister Minute Maid, this juice here only costs a dollar at the bodega on the corner. I’d certainly call that a benefit.”

She’s gritty and raw, but goddamn, the woman is beautiful. The more I look at her, the more I see it.

“You’ll have to excuse my brother, Scarlet,” Lorenzo says. “He thinks you’re one of my wham-bam’s. I tend to impose a ‘one ride per person’ rule, so next times are pretty unheard of.”

The first thing I hear, when I open my front door, is that fucking song from that goddamn movie. You know what I’m talking about. You might have even guessed it already. The one about the big ass boat and the iceberg, with the rich bitch and gutter rat making googly eyes at each other.

Leo is here somewhere with Melody. I know this, because she’s singing along, like this is Karaoke Hour on the RMS Titanic.