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

by Summer O'Toole

“I’ve waited ten years. I’m not waiting another minute.”

A teenager looking down on his phone bumps into me, and I have to weave to avoid him spilling his caramel-frapa-latte-shit on me. God, I fucking hate people.

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

Like they have a mind of their own, my fingers inch toward the gun tucked into my jeans. Not that she’s mine. But she sure as shit isn’t theirs.

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.

“Finneas Fox, the romantic,” I tease while leaving. “Tell anyone and I’ll kill ’em,” he shouts after me.

“Fucking you is a gift, calling you mine is an honor.”

“You killed for me.” I cup her cheeks, brushing the sweaty strands of hair out her face. “Baby, I’d die for you.”

“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.”