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

by Summer O'Toole

My stomach flips seeing her dark brown hair whip around her face in the wind.

A sucker for his woman (even if she doesn't know)

the rusty glow makes her mahogany eyes shimmer like amber. My throat tightens.

“This looks more like a place you’d take a girl to murder her, not on a date,”

I’ve had a thing for her since we were seven fucking years old. Back then of course, I just thought she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and wanted to hold her hand. But now, I can’t deny the number of times I’ve jacked off in the shower to the thought of her soft skin, graceful curves, and bone-warming smile.

“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.

“Christ, I didn’t know what else to do,”