Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

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.

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.

Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.