Lords of Wrath (Royals of Forsyth University, #2)

by Angel Lawson

Killian might be a monster, but he’s never worn a mask to conceal it. Tristian might be a creep, but he’s never dressed it up in pretty lies. Rath is the kind of evil that infects you. He gets inside your blood and hides there, wounding you in places that won’t become apparent until he’s done with you. He’s an internal catastrophe you don’t see coming.

I might be theirs, but in some deep, fundamental way, they also feel like mine. Mine to know. Mine to injure. Mine to beat.

“They’re men. Men are simple. All they want is a nice pair of legs to spread and a mouth that opens for something other than yammering. They want nice tits and a tight, slippery stroke to their egos.

But if there’s one person in the cab of the truck who owns the other, it’s her. I belong to Story Austin. And I’m pretty sure I always have.

It’s the one person who could understand, who could really know what it’s like to struggle, to walk in the company of wealth and feel like scum, stabbing me in the fucking back.

Dimitri didn’t deserve what she did to him! I hope he carves her fucking heart out!

“They say if you care about something, you should let it go.” There’s a long beat of charged silence, and then he finally lifts his eyes to mine. “For the record, that’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. If you really cared about something, you’d put that shit behind lock and key and never let it out of your sight.

The hard truth is that Tristian probably loves her. The harder truth is that maybe we all do.

chances are this guy has access to some serious resources. I’ve got nothing but a phone, a gun, and a score to settle. He can fucking try me.

“I’ve seen quivering come bubbles more stable than the three of you.” She slaps Rath’s legs. “Get your goddamn feet off the table,

Ms. Crane I fucking love you!!!