How to Steal a Thief (Unholy Trifecta, #2)

by A.J. Sherwood

Ivan said, “Accept the good in your life. Like me. I’m a fucking delight.”

She was in jean shorts and a red shirt that read: Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.

“Ivan, are all of your friends good looking?” “Da. Sent ugly ones back.”

Pulling back, he promised, “I be best man ever to you.” “I want to be just as good to you,” Aiden returned. His heart still raced and throbbed under the thrill of this, this high-risk adventure. He couldn’t restrain his smile, either. “So, tell me what you need too, okay?”

You swept in like a storm. Everything holding me back is gone—the stagnation, the decaying roots lassoing me down, all of it—and suddenly, I can breathe fully. I can live. You’re my wind, Ivan.” Tears burned in his eyes. Ivan couldn’t form words if his life depended on it. He’d been so afraid of pushing Aiden too far. Of destroying their relationship before it could even properly form. And all this time, that was what Aiden needed—the sharp, thrilling change Ivan brought with him.

Maybe he’d saved a country in a previous life.

Reminds of a kdrama