Ruthless Saints (The Saints, #3)

by Michelle Heard

I love being single and for a guy to catch my attention is rare. Like super rare. I’ve dated here and there, but it’s never turned into a relationship. Honestly, the longest relationship I’ve had was with Dean Winchester from Supernatural. The thought draws a chuckle from me. I need to binge-watch Supernatural again.

Fucking ME! Lol

It sucks. Huge, hairy donkey balls.

Shit I would say 😂

Too soon, he frees my mouth, and his voice is low and hoarse as he whispers, “My woman.” Dean Winchester, who?

I have yet to meet a man that can top Dean Winchester

“You want me to take out the head of the Beuno cartel?” he asks incredulously. “I’m sending you a video. Watch it before you say no.” “Okay.” We end the call, and I forward the video of Dimpo to Alexei’s phone. Five minutes later, my phone vibrates. Alexei: Contract accepted. Fee: A lifetime supply of vodka.

“You’re not an assassin, Carson. You’re a vigilante. There’s a huge difference. That’s the reason I left. Freaking assassin my butt.”

“Two million for the first twelve-month period. To be negotiated at every extension.” My eyes go wide on MJ. “Two million? I freaking feed you.”

The main guy groans as he begins to climb to his feet. Letting out a squeal as if I’m about to step on a bug, I dart forward and kick him in the crotch. “Please stay down, you idiot.” When I look up, Carson’s looking at me with an incredulous expression on his face, then he says, “That was fucking cute.”

“To the sun who fell in love with the moon and gave him some of her light. Without her, there’s only darkness.”