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

I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.

That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

I looked at Bria. “How do you put up with him?” Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. “She puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,” he smirked. “Flexible too.” I groaned. “I did not need to hear those last two.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.