When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)

by Gabrielle Sands

But Cleo doesn’t care about that. “Consequences be damned” may as well be her life mantra.

Orrin hooks his thumb around the thick gold chain hanging off his neck and blows out a breath. “This is one of the worst ideas I’ve ever heard, and you haven’t met my cousin Hector, but trust me, that’s saying something.”

“There you are.” His palms squeeze my ass. “Fuck, baby.