Start a War (Saint View Psychos, #1)

by Elle Thorpe

Vincent crouched so he and Kellan were the same height. “Yes. I do. I have another little friend—his name is Ripley—who likes Spider-Man, so I watched all the movies and read all the comics.”

Vincent’s voice was barely a murmur when he spoke. “When I get off your hand, you’re going to take your cheap ring, get in your car, and then forget that Bliss ever existed. You say her name, I will end you. You think her name, I will hunt you down and put a bullet through your skull. You so much as accidentally drive past her on the street, and I will chase you down, gut you, and feed your intestines to my dog.”

Vincent put his foot down on the accelerator, leaving the ice-cream parlor behind us. “I dismissed myself from jail. Without permission.” I gaped at him. “You escaped? How is that even possible?” “Is it supposed to be hard?”