Run Posy Run (Underboss Insurrection, #1)

by Cate C. Wells

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

I can recognize feelings, but only Posy’s are real. Only Posy’s matter.

Posy Santoro isn’t in my system. She burst into life in my empty shell and made it into something. She is my system.

I’d like an aspirin or a stiff drink. But the deranged boyfriend wants a rematch, so I guess we play.

I always thought falling for the wrong man would be my downfall—like it was for my mom. Maybe it’s worse if the wrong man falls for you.

This isn’t Cinderella. It’s Little Red Riding Hood, the messed-up version where she gets eaten.

“I thought you’d figure it out.” “Figure what out?” “That I’m not normal. You’d get scared. I didn’t want you scared.”

“What are you doing now?” My complaint is muffled by cotton and muscle. “What the fuck does it seem like, Posy?” he says, grouchy as hell. “Cuddling.” He slaps my ass. Hard. “Shut up and take it.”

He belongs to me. His ugliness. His twisted brain. His heartlessness, and his savagery. It’s all mine.

I’m sure it’s wrong to want a love like this, but I am greedy to my soul, and I’m going to take it and never, never let it go.

He shelters me. I fill his emptiness.