Syndicate of Sins (Toxic Paradise, #2)

by Marie Maravilla

A LOVE LETTER TO THOSE GRIEVING “ ‘I’m sorry’ is a bullshit condolence. Unworthy of being laid at the feet of someone who’s being consumed by the greedy maw of grief. So instead, I’ll offer up my hope that enough of your tarnished soul survives, so that you may live again.” —Marie Maravilla

I’d learned my lesson. A lot of lessons were learned that day. The most important one was that I didn’t need a hero. I’d rather be the villain. A walking nightmare for those who got in my way.

Kenji assessed me like my secrets were written on my skin. Ironically, they were when you undressed me. But he wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon. I meant ever—he wouldn’t do that ever…

There was no way she’d be able to get away now that I’d accepted the bond the fates decided to tie between her and me. I’d care for her until someone put me in the grave, and then I’d search the underworld to find her.

Men like him preyed on women who’d been told “don’t be a bitch.” That term had been used to shrink women for so long that some still believed the lie. Be a bitch. Eat the ones who want to prey on you.

“Scar, you listen to me right now.” Kenji wrenched my face toward his, pressing his mouth to mine in a claim. “We fucking love you, and we’re going to tell you every fucking day until the devil takes us, and then we’re clawing out of hell and haunting your sexy ass until you join us,”