I know, I know. But I can always kill him later. This way, at least we get to humiliate him first.” Finn eyed me. “Sometimes I think you’re even more devious, twisted, and vicious than I am.” I grinned. “You only wish you could be as ruthless as me.” “Absolutely.

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

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.

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

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