Nicky the Driver (Underboss Insurrection, #2)

by Cate C. Wells

We’re not gangsters anymore, we’re tycoons, ’cause what’s the difference nowadays?

“You know what I don’t get?” Tomas says as he goes to circle the block. “You want this woman so bad, but you let this douchebag fuck her?” I scan the neighboring buildings for CCTV. “Pussy’s a renewable resource, man. She’s not gonna run out.”

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

I can’t get fat. Fat is beautiful. Yumi Nu is beautiful. Ashley Graham. Precious Lee. So beautiful. I know this. But I can’t get fat. Existing is too dangerous as it is. The leers. The contempt. I’m worth nothing now. I can’t be worth even less.

“Do you know how many bodies he’s laid at my feet to earn you? How many of my enemies he’s erased? How many bullets he’s taken?”

I’m scared in a way I’ve never been before, not of something, but that if I don’t act—right now—I’ll lose something I’ll never be able to find again.

You can’t love someone just because they love you.