I lay there staring up at the ceiling with a post-sex glow, holding a tissue over my pussy to catch Roman's enormous load that was slowly dripping out of me. My body was still tingling from the insane sex we'd just had, but there was something greater going on inside me... ...a feeling I couldn't d
They were smiling at each other on the street, somewhere downtown it looked like. I recognized the jacket my mother was wearing — a red pea coat she'd bought two days before she was killed... And that meant that this picture, sitting in a hidden compartment in Roman's bedroom, was taken of them onl
I closed my eyes as the deathly figure raised the gun at me. I guess this is what you get when you get involved with criminals. I'd seen too much, a terrible truth about the man I thought I loved, and now I was going to pay for it... ...with my life. If only I'd stayed at the club, I thought mis
I watched Felicity's expression as the recording finished playing. "We got 'em, boss. Both of' em." That was Bruno, Tony's hit man. "Got 'em dead?" Tony asked. "Toast," Bruno confirmed. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling. "Good. That'll teach people to go to the cops!" T
Three months later... "Psst," Julie whispered beside me. "Party at Tom's dorm tonight." I shook my head and whispered back. "Can't. Plans tonight." "You're no fun!" "Ladies?" Professor Carlton called out from the head of the lecture hall. “Am I boring you? Because I can put this on hold if you'd
Roman smirked as we drove, and it wasn't long before we were in the heart of downtown, an area where I never really went. He pulled up to the curb, where a black SUV was sitting. It pulled out and moved-clearly one of his men holding a space for him — and he parked. "Here we are," he said. Without
Jasmine Randall hates Taylor McCarthy with every fibre of her being. He broke her heart when she was sixteen. For no specific reason at that. Now that high school is years past her, and she's graduated college and landed the job of her dreams, she's more than glad that she doesn't have to deal with
She can’t show up at my job and demand everyone think I’m the best even if she’d love to. I’d have to tackle her ass if I could catch her, but she can be scrappy. Dad never should have let her take those kickboxing classes. While she would spar with Dad, I’d sit up against the wall at the gym and re