Red Handed (The Gentlemen, #1)

by Kate King

I should’ve fucking killed him. Nothing good ever came from being soft.

There was no amount of sex or drinking that could fix rage like that. Dude was just born fucking angry. Probably why he went to business school.

I should’ve felt intimidated. Scared. Fucking terrified by the way he watched me. Instead, blood rushed in my ears and my skin prickled with anticipation. Those devilish eyes glinted, and the corner of his mouth tipped up.

“You’re going to come for us, Firecracker, and know just how much we own you.”

Was this my life now? Cool. Coolcoolcool. I definitely didn’t need therapy or anything.