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

by Summer O'Toole

wrapping around my waist, and carry her to the sink. She looks like a goddess, even on a bathroom counter, and I’ll fucking kneel at her altar.

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. My driver arrives, and I slide into the backseat wondering what the hell Finn is on about. But then I get another text and nearly throw my phone out the damn window. Finn: Since you’re so used to screaming mine.

“Well, you are my husband.” She pats my chest and smirks. “Remember?” And fuck, those few words nearly bring me to my knees.

When I walk away, a hand reaches out and stops me. And she says one word that has me carving out my heart and handing it to her, bloody and beating: Stay.