Hate Me (The Fox Family Crime Syndicate, #2)

by Summer O'Toole

I can feel his dark presence, like a cloud floating in front of the sun creating an instant chill. Can he feel me like I feel him?

It’s a cruel irony that we reconnect at the same time I’m planning a heist to rob him of his family’s finest possessions.

“Did he fuck you sweet and slow like the princess you think you are or hard and rough like the whore I know you are?”

She looks like a goddess, even on a bathroom counter, and I’ll fucking kneel at her altar.

Effie: Can’t wait for the dirty things my fiancé will do to me at lunch when he discovers I’m not wearing any panties. Finn: Be sure to count how many times he makes you come. So I can double it.

Effie: Goodbye, Finn. I have a date to get to. Finn: Hudson. Effie: Oh, so you do know his name. Finn: Just wanted to remind you of it.

Finn: Since you’re so used to screaming mine.

“What did I say about you telling me what I can and can’t do?”

“I’m pretty sure that conversation ended with me slapping you.” “No, princess. It ended with my lips on that pussy and my name on yours.”

Instead I was taught how to sit straight, shut my mouth, and look pretty. Look where that’s gotten me. Under the thumb of another fucking man.

It’s dangerous when a woman starts believing in her own strength.

I’ve lost some battles, but I haven’t lost the war. After all, I’ve gotten Finneas Fox on his knees…twice.

Against my will, she possesses my every waking moment—and if I’m being honest, most of my sleeping ones too.

There’s so much I want to do with her, to her. And that pisses me off because I am realizing with disturbing clarity that I lack control when it comes to Effie Luciano.

Maybe I need the sting and burn and hurt to feel something more than the cold detachment permeating my everyday life.

“Fuck, Effie. If I’ve ruined you, you’ve obliterated me.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ef. Sometimes it feels like I can’t fucking breathe.”

Because deep down, I’ve known, it’s always been her. And it always will be.

I’d rather poke my eyes out with a hot fire poker than spend another second with this man. You know what, google is fucking free. I walk away from him and pull out my phone.

“Christ, lady, I’m married.” “Boy, please.” She purses her lips. “I love you Foxes, but y’all are batshit crazy, like if someone gave a bunch of toddlers guns instead of a nap.

You may be a princess, but I’m gonna treat you like my whore.”

I could watch her all fucking night and still find things that mesmerize me.

“I can’t believe you’re my wife.”

Our stares latch, and I feel the universe looking back at me. Getting lost in her eyes is so easy, and I never want to be found.

“You killed for me.”

“Baby, I’d die for you.”

I have to get her back. My wife belongs at my side, and I belong at her feet.

“Did we already get to the ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’ part? Because I object on account that Euphemia Fox is already married. To me.”

“I may not have been the man intended to see you in this, but with the devil as my witness, I will be the man to ruin you in it.”

“Fuck, I want to tear you apart piece by piece, break you down bit by bit, so that I can rebuild you as mine and only mine.”

His heart is so sure in the way he possesses me that I feel what he promised earlier, to break me down bit by bit, tear me apart piece by piece.

My love for her is woven into the very fibers of my being, and I want her to know how deeply she has touched me.