Syndicate of Sins (Toxic Paradise, #2)

by Marie Maravilla

Nothing itched quite like dried blood. Well, dried cum was a bitch too.

“Embalming Bitches Services. Fuck us over, and we fuck you up. How can I help you?”

I was a fucked-up version of Cinderella. One who’d never known the love of her father and didn’t get rescued by a fairy godmother or Prince Charming. And if Prince Charming showed up now, I would probably eat him.

“Ma’am. Ma’am. You can’t bring that in the club.” I ignored the bouncer, pushing through the throng of people. A hand clasped around my shoulder. “Ma’am, you can’t bring a metal bat into the club.”

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Thank God my back was to the men, because there was no hiding the bloodthirsty smile that pulled at my lips. Hacking text messages was such a handy skill.