Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“You never told me what the 24 means,” I murmur, clutching the couch cushion with one hand as the burn of the needle jabbing into me starts up. For a second, I think he’s not going to answer. His eyes are focused, his hand steady as he moves the tattoo gun over my skin. Then he starts to speak. “After that prison gang tried to kill me, I went after their leader and killed him,” he says. It comes out matter-of-fact, and I’m struck all over again by what brutal lives the Voronin brothers have lived. “That’s what saved me in prison. I made a name for myself, made people realize they shouldn’t fuck with me. After I killed him, I spent twenty-four days in solitary. It was fucking awful, but when I got out, people respected me.” “Oh,” I breathe, tightening my grip on the couch. “So that number must mean a lot to you.” He nods. “It’s a symbol of that moment. The day I decided I was never going to be a victim again and took my shit into my own hands.”