I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn't strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I was. Bitter disappointment filled me, replacing my rage, but I forced myself to ask the final question I wanted an answer to.

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

Always take the most unexpected route

I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

You won't hurt me. I know you won't." Logan said. "How can you be so sure?" I whispered. "Because you're that Gypsy girl, and I'm the bad-boy Spartan. And I think it's time we were finally together, don't you?