Sinners' Playground (The Harlequin Crew, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

"So fucking much. And I never stopped. Even when you were gone you were still the fantasy I always pictured. Still the one I thought of first every time I felt turned on."

I blurted the first thing that came to my head in an urgent whisper. “I’ve got the clap.” I’ve. Got. The. Clap.

Honeyyyyy hahahhha

“I love spending quality time with you guys,” JJ whispered and I snorted.

HAahha oh jj i love you

But if I ended up dead tonight with nothing but blood and metal pouring out of me, I kinda wished I’d stolen a kiss from her. Just once in my life. And if I was lucky enough to stand in front of her again after this, I’d steal the dirtiest, filthiest kiss I could and make sure she never forgot the name Chase Cohen. Dead or alive.

I didn't want to pretend that these men were the boys I'd known once because they'd proved a long time ago that I'd never known them anyway. And they sure as fuck didn't know me anymore. So I wanted to look into the depths of his darkness and figure out whether I could survive the fall into it or whether it would drown me if I tried.

“You can hate me now, hate all of us. But don’t pretend the past meant nothing. I was there. It was real. The five of us had something not many people get in life and as fucked as it is now, I still believe some of it is salvageable. At least for four of us.”

She was my sunrise. The one I’d been waiting for for ten years. And I wanted to wake to her every day, watch her light up my morning for as many days as I had left on earth.

I kissed her slow and deep and her tongue moved with mine, tasting of sea salt and my future wife.

My girl had broken over me once and it was my job to heal her now. I’d find each of her fractured pieces and mend them one at a time. Until she stopped hurting and hating. Until she forgave me for all the bad shit I’d done. Until she realised she’d always been mine and always would be.

Because I knew if I allowed myself one taste of Rogue Easton, I wouldn’t be able to get enough.

“Remember when you broke my foot with your baseball bat and told me a real man would walk himself to the hospital?”

fucking hell, poor young chase

"I'd do anything for you, hummingbird," he replied simply. "Always have, always will."

When I fuck you there won't be a single forgettable moment."

You gutted me, ripped my heart out and stamped on it before sewing me back together and forcing me to go on living without it beating in my chest. And you seriously expect me to thank you for it? Fuck you."

“You are the least disposable person I’ve ever known. And for the record, I know what it’s like to be disposable. But you, sweetheart, you’re a fucking blood diamond. Rare as hell, wanted by everyone.”

“Hate me, pretty girl,” I growled. “But have me too.”

In all the time I’d secretly missed her, drinking and smoking and fucking her out of me. But she’d never really left. No poison on earth could kill the part of me who still adored her.

She was the one thing on earth I could never earn myself. And the one thing capable of destroying everything I’d earned besides her.

They'd gone. Left me. Abandoned me all over again when I was relying on them. When I’d put my trust in them like a fucking fool and put myself in the perfect position to be forgotten all over again.

I was going to tear them down and bring them low and leave them bleeding out in the dirt behind me when I ran. Whatever it took, I wasn't going to let them get away with this. Not again. I was done holding back. And the Harlequins were about to find what happened when I decided to fight dirty.

“We got split up on the ferry. I had to hide, but I tried to search for her. I couldn’t find her. And when I did…they had her. The guards got her with the bag of watches. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

BITCH

“It’s never too late. I’ll fight my way into the underworld for that girl and destroy any demon who tries to keep her from me,”

I’ll come for you, hummingbird. I’ll bring you home. I swear on every tarnished piece of my soul, I will never abandon you again.

A single figure stood leaning against a motorcycle in the middle of the empty parking lot, the whole world seeming to hold its breath around him.

ohhh it’s maverick

Maverick was set on the path of vengeance, his thirst for it as blinding as it was consuming. He’d vowed to destroy the Harlequins and I knew he was going to use me to do it in any and every way he could, no matter what it cost him, no matter what it cost me.