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

by Angel Lawson

“First rule of gun safety: Never point a gun at something you aren’t looking to kill. It doesn’t matter if your finger’s not on the trigger. It doesn’t matter if the safety is on. It doesn’t matter if it not’s loaded. It doesn’t matter if god him-fucking-self comes down to say nothing bad will happen. You understand?”

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.

The truth is that I’m always on a knife’s edge with this girl. I either want to fuck her or kill her. Kiss her or kick her. Caress her cheek or yank her hair. It’s never made any sense to me, but it’s never had to. Until a few days ago, I’d always leaned to the easier side of the blade. Hurt, strike, yank, wound.

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