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

by Summer O'Toole

Marriage for love is for princesses in the fairytales, not princesses in the Mafia.

The letters tattooed across my knuckles disappear under the black leather. They spell out two short words: CAN’T HIDE. You can run but…The door cracks open…you can’t hide.

Im fucked up cause why is that so hot

at the finger he trails down my spine as he speaks, “You’re gonna look even more gorgeous with your ass turned bright red—” Smack!

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 do you want to know?” Her own breath flutters against my neck. and a heavy, hot weight settles into my stomach. How your voice sounds in the morning. What sounds you make in your sleep. How you’d look at me if you didn’t despise me. “Everything.”

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

“You did. But the only time I feel whole is when you’re breaking me apart.”

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

😫😫😫😫

My wife belongs at my side, and I belong at her feet.

“Better run, princess,” I call after her, my blood already heating. “’Cause when I catch you, there’ll be no mercy.” I whisper into the night.