Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

"The last time I checked this was my crew," Fox snarled. "My house. My gang. My money. And my girl.

"You and me have been written in the stars for a long fucking time, Rogue. I know you used to feel it too. We're inevitable. Always have been, always will be."

When Fox entered the room it was kind of like that part in Jurassic Park where the T-rex makes his appearance and every other fucker in the vicinity can't help but turn to look in terror. I was surprised my beer wasn’t rippling to mark his approach.

but sometimes trust means doing what's right instead of just blindly keeping secrets.

"Fox Harlequin fucked. Him. Uuuuuuuuup."

There was a guy who needed climbing like a tree.