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

by Summer O'Toole

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

I’ve skinned a man alive. I’ve been stabbed four times, and I’ve defused a bomb with three seconds on the clock. Yet none of that is even close to how I feel right now. Effie was right, I do kill people for fun, but a little dancing? Fucking terrifying. “You look like a goddamn chicken, loosen up a bit.” Stella laughs and my jaw clenches, wanting to put my fist through a wall.

“It’s fine, but what are they expecting us to do? We have one table with two chairs.” My mother’s aggressive and demanding attitude around hosting was beaten into me growing up and this situation is about to give me fucking hives. “Lochlan is torturing Roan with his rotten ass feet, I doubt they’re expecting a Michelin star experience, Ef.”