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

by Angel Lawson

“But if someone did. If they hurt me. You would...” She trails off, voice floating away on a thin exhale. Pressing my palm to her back, I inhale the scent of her hair. Softly, I answer, “I’d fucking kill them.” She nuzzles her cheek into my shoulder. “Okay.” Okay.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to get shitfaced if you keep going like this. Look how tiny you are. You probably have the metabolism of a gerbil.”

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.