Filthy (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #1)

by Serena Akeroyd

From her fucking name—I didn’t know people still named their kids in Gaelic over here—to her red goddamn hair and milky-white skin. To many, she wouldn’t be sexy. Too pale, too curvy, too rounded and wholesome. But to me? It was like God had formed a creature that was born to be my downfall.

I’d have preferred an ass you could bounce dimes off of, but, when it boiled down to it, there was no way in this universe I could live without cake.

There are those moments in your life when you know you’ll never forget them. They can be happy or sad, annoying or exhilarating. This was one of them. As I slipped my hand into his, I felt the electric shocks down to my core. Meeting his gaze wasn’t hard because I was stunned, and I needed to know if he’d felt that, too. From the way those eyelids were shielding his icy-blue eyes, I figured he was just as surprised.

This wasn’t about love. It went deeper than that. And mothers the world over would roll their eyes at me, but I knew it to be true. Finn’s soul spoke to mine. That went deeper than love.

He was a bit of an asshole, but I loved him anyway. Yeah, I did. I loved him in spite of his being a dick. Which made me either too stupid to live, or just someone who let hope run their lives, not realism.

I guess my perspective was different than before. Almost dying did that to a person. You could be sensitive about it, or you could just get the fuck on with it. I was of the latter school of thought.

Twenty-five years of being a good girl was totally overrated. I was going to be bad from now until the day I died.