A Cruel Arrangement (Kings of New York, #2)

by Tijan

When this was all over, I’d go back to being just a bowling alley owner. Although, what was I doing? I used to be proud of that. I was. I am. Owning and running a successful business was nothing to sneer at. That was me. Screw anyone who made me feel otherwise, and in this case, that was me. Screw you, Molly.

“I’d come to terms with how I was beginning to care for you and then bam, I’m asking another man to talk to my woman?”

He lifted his head, his eyes searing into mine. “You run and I’ll burn the world down for you.”

I frowned at him. “Do you have war paint on?” He shrugged. “I got excited.”

She turned, saw us, saw our bags, saw Elijah’s war paint, and her mouth turned into a small O. “What’d I miss?”

Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck everyone.

I would be standing at the end. I declared it. Every damn time.

“I told you I’d see you on the other side. Ashton, I’m letting you know that they’ve appointed me in his place.” Ashton lifted his head back up from the seat rest. He was nodding at the phone. “You’re taking over?” “I will be leaving the New York City Police Department.”

WHAT. Did not see that coming.