When He's Sinful (The Olympus Pride, #3)

by Suzanne Wright

We totally need to dig out the tire iron.” Aspen dug her nails into the arms of the chair. “And also the claymore.” Corbin’s brow furrowed. “You have a claymore?” “You don’t?” asked Bailey. His frown deepened. “No.” “Huh,” said the mamba. “Well that’s weird.” “No, Bailey, it’s not. I’d say most people don’t own a claymore,” he told her. “That’s a problem they should rectify. Swords often come in handy. As do bullwhips.” “You have a bullwhip?” “You don’t?” “No.” “Weird.”

If you were Bailey, there’d be an endless number of potential suspects—she angers people like there’s a reward for it.” “Their anger is my reward,”

I don’t even like that he’ll be breathing your air.”

“What are you three doing in here?” “Plotting global domination,” said Bailey. “If you were anyone else, I’d think you were joking.”

“Remember that game we used to play when we were kids?” She tilted her head. “The one where you’d bet me that I couldn’t go a whole day without speaking, or the one where you’d ask me to go hide but then you wouldn’t come look for me?” “The first one. Let’s play that now.”

“She missed on purpose. It was joke. Prank.” “It was yet another attempt to kill me. She swore she wouldn’t stop until I was dead. That she was going to wear my severed head like a hat.” “She did not mean it. Always such drama with you.”

“You have only yourself to blame, Valentina. You could have had any man. Dumb cat was your choice. My offer still stands.” James frowned. “What offer?” “To bury you in woods,” Isaac replied. “I would give you chance to run. But you would not escape. I would hear your big cat feet.”

no matter what the breaking of the bond does to him physically or emotionally, he’ll hang on long enough to avenge me. And then you’ll be dead. Yay.”