Nicky the Driver (Underboss Insurrection, #2)

by Cate C. Wells

“Women aren’t action figures, man. They don’t lose value ’cause someone got in their box.”

But from that moment on, it’s been Zita Graziano. That’s the answer. A shrink might be able to explain it, but I can’t. Some men have Jesus. God and country. A dream. Ambition. I have Zita.

“You’re wet,” he says, so close I feel his warm breath on my lips. “You’re bleeding.” “You like it.”

“She doesn’t believe it, but she is. She always has been. She’s a good thing in an ugly world, you know?”

“I’ve gotten us here, Zita,” he says. “I’ll get us the rest of the way.” I don’t know what he means, but it’s not a threat. More like a promise. A vow.

Nicky fucks like he’s lost his mind, and he’s trying to find it between my legs.

Mattie presses his lips together so I don’t see the wobble. “I thought we were done. You’ve got Zita. I’m out.”

Oh no. Seriously? Him too?

A man clears his throat. A safety clicks.

Duh. Why would you try to escape the same night he threatened your life???