Vicious (Sinners of Saint Book 1)

He always thought of himself as blackness, but the truth was, he injected so many different pigments into my existence.

“I apologize for being too fucking irresistible for you to maintain your sanity.”

People had never given a shit about those things. Ever. Her interest in me didn’t make me feel good. It made me feel weird.

My heart was my enemy. I’d known that since I was seventeen.

These kids didn’t impress me. They weren’t kind or welcoming or even very smart. They didn’t possess any of the qualities I looked for in friends.

This guy is going to break my heart if I let him.

Trent becoming a father was too fucking much. I made a mental note to make sure child services was going to visit that baby on a monthly basis with these two as her parents.

It was a receipt for my painting. My heart stuttered.

He squeezed my hand in his and smiled. “It’s gonna look so fucking epic in my bedroom, don’t you think? I could fuck you and stare at myself as I do it. That’s some Napoleon shit right there.”

“If you hurt her, I will kill you.” She pointed her finger at me for emphasis.

I was perfectly still, giving zero fucks about this five-foot-four gnome firing threats at me like she was Rambo.

“Cock-blocking me first and threatening me? Should I remind you that the only reason you’re not living in a sewer with that rat who trains the Ninja Turtles is because of my generosity?”

“Vicious, please. We can work this out between us. Think about the kids,” I mocked.

Vicious didn’t appreciate my joke. He scowled and moved away, allowing me to squeeze past him and walk out the door. I felt his eyes heating my back when he muttered under his breath.

“Fuck the kids. I’ll stay for the ass.”