Make Me (The Fox Family Crime Syndicate, #1)

by Summer O'Toole

I’m going to burn his world down and dance in the ashes.

“I hope you’re praying to the same God that left my father to hemorrhage alone for twelve long hours, because that son of a bitch never picks up.”

The weird fluttering feeling low in my stomach—that I’m starting to learn is in fact metaphorical butterflies—happens again. I know this because I googled it to make sure there wasn’t anything medically wrong with me. “Actually, she’s stalking me.”

Only that isn’t really true, though, is it? I can’t steal something that’s already mine.

She spits in my face, and while I wipe it off, my brain empties of every single thought except one: I think I fucking love this woman.

“Did you fucking kidnap me?” One sentence I never thought I’d say. “Think of it as protective custody.” His lip twitches in amusement.

“You were in shock after the shooting, you couldn't be reasoned with. But I had to get you to safety, so I helped you take a little nap.” “So, you knocked me out?! Couldn’t be reasoned with? I think not wanting to be taken anywhere with a psychopath”—who may or may not be the June Harbor Slayer—“is perfectly reasonable.”

“Because I chose to protect you over family—the previous most important thing to me—the Bratva will now be after you. They think I took someone precious from them, and now they will try to take someone precious from me.” “So, what now? I’m just going to be locked up in here with you like some princess in a tower.” “No, baby. You’re a queen.”

“We’re endgame, baby, and if you don’t see that, you better put that bullet in my head right now because I’m gonna ruin all other men for you when I worship every inch of your body.”