Ryan Retribution (New York Ruthless, #3)

by Sadie Kincaid

“Don’t cry, baby. I hate it when you cry. And I’m the happiest man in the world right now,” he smiles before he drifts back into unconsciousness.

“I’m not pissed at you, Red. I think you’re a fucking queen. You just turned down the Bratva empire and shot your own father for us. I’m fucking honored to call you mine.” He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it softly. “But know there is not a chance in hell that we would have left that place without you.”

But she still doesn’t get that there is no happiness for any of them without her. I wonder if there is any for me without her either.

“Don’t ever apologize for coming down here,” he growls as he brushes the hair back from my face. “And don’t ever knock on my office door again and stand in the doorway like you don’t belong here.”

“Women, my friend. Our reason for living and the reason our hair turns gray,”

“You own every single part of me, Jessie Ryan, and you always have. I am completely and undeniably yours. But I’m done talking, sweetheart. We always seem to screw everything up when we talk. So, I just want to fuck you until the sun comes up tomorrow. Okay?”

“Those three words,” he breathes, and my racing heart stops beating. Please don’t fuck this up after what we just did, Shane! He brushes his fingertips over my cheeks. “They don’t feel like enough. For this. For you.” “But they are.” “Then I love you, Jessie Ryan,” he whispers.

“I guess some people’s stories are only written in the sand. And some are written in the stars.”