Play the Game (Hannaford Prep, #3)

by J. Bree

Deep breath in. Deep breath out… Is what a normal person would do. Me? I break the fucker’s nose with the heel of my palm and then punch him so hard in the dick I think his fucking ancestors feel it.

There is nothing quite as satisfying as watching you destroy the male population one by one,”

His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I see the exact moment he realizes he’s dead. The hot spray of his blood over the tiles just confirms it.

“Mon monstre, cut his heart out for me when you’re done. I would like to eat it.”

Something about me being an assassin and renowned killer has him freaked out. Who knew?

It’s a nice fucking compliment, better than any stupid roses he could ever give me.