Into the Fire (New York Syndicate Book 2)

by Michelle St. James

“A little more than kin, and less than kind…”

It wasn’t just their bodies, which fit as if they’d been made to be joined together. It was as if their souls were pieces of the puzzle too, pieces that somehow managed to align perfectly in spite of their rough, jagged edges.

“You don’t get to touch me anymore,” she said. “You don’t get to bully me anymore. I’m here because you’re my brother, because I love you. But love isn’t supposed to hurt, Primo. I know that now.”

Fear was a cancer. It would eat you alive, make you weak and foolish.