mafia games - book three (young irish rebels)
My father needs a pawn as he plays King with the Irish Mafia.
Releasing me from the asylum walls that kept me from my revenge, I'm free to play a few games of my own.
Games I plan on winning.
The taste of revenge sits sweetly on my tongue as I watch her, Claire, my new obsession.
I keep her safe in a cage made of glass.
Safe from the cravings she stirs in me.
I watch her, my hunger growing with every move she makes.
He keeps me safe in a cage made of glass.
Yet, I never feel safe.
The heat in his gaze burns my flesh.
His hunger stirs a craving deep inside of me.
But craving a man like him is dangerous.
He's everything dark and wrong in my world.
He’s everything I shouldn’t want.
The only thing keeping his touch from my skin is this glass cage he holds the key to.
Until his control snaps and one touch threatens to shatter us both.