Play the Game (Hannaford Prep, #3)

by J. Bree

then gives me a look that would boil the blood of a lesser man. Good thing I’m neither a man, or less than the deadly, calm Wolf.

“No, I want you to trust me and trust that there’s nothing that trashy whore could do that I couldn’t fix for you. They want to kick you out? I’ll fix it. They want to bad mouth you? I’ll fix it. They want to hurt you in any way? I’ll fucking fix it.”

He hesitates for a second and then turns back to me. “Don’t ever let her wear red again. She wears your color or mine.”