Run Posy Run (Underboss Insurrection, #1)

by Cate C. Wells

Well-adjusted women with happy childhoods don’t fuck mobsters.

A man who used me and put me away when he was done, neatly, like any of his games. A man with no close relationships, no friends, no interactions except for business. He’s defective. Missing a piece. How did I not see it?

Maybe it’s worse if the wrong man falls for you.

I don’t care about other people’s feelings. It’s not a philosophy. It’s a biological fact. It’s generally expedient to pretend that I do, so I’ve learned how to fake it, but ultimately, unless it pertains to a project or work, I don’t consider what’s happening inside the other meat sacks in the room.

Is it masochism? Whatever, it’s the irony of my life. The only person whose feelings I care about, and she’s the equivalent of an emotional eggshell.

Maybe he’s already having second thoughts. How could I possibly know? I don’t know how lizards think.

There’s something wrong with me, but my mess fits perfectly against the jagged piece that’s missing from him.

There’s doubt there. A dark longing that if you squint and tilt your head just so—looks like hope.