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

by Tijan

A whole possessive need was pounding inside of me. Molly was mine. She was either my target, my mark, my woman, or my cross to bear. Any and all ways I split it, she was mine.

Small things. Small blessings. Sometimes those are the only things you got to make you smile, and you have to smile. You always have to smile. You don’t, and you don’t want to be in the day, you know?”

Beautiful. Stunning. Powerful. She was mine. I wasn’t letting her go. She owned me, and god help anyone who tried to take her away from me.

“I can’t do it. I can’t let you go. You’ve become the reason. You’re no longer the woman I’m going to use to end this war. You’re the reason for this war because if anyone hurts you, touches you, I’ll kill them. Are you hearing me? All of them.

“Never run from me again. Do you hear me?” I heard him. I so heard him. “Never.” He lifted his head, his eyes searing into mine. “You run and I’ll burn the world down for you.”