Blood to Dust by L.J. Shen

Author:L.J. Shen [Shen, L.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, Mafia, dark, organized crime
Publisher: L.J. Shen
Published: 2016-07-16T21:00:00+00:00

Don’t judge a book by its cover. Remember The Catcher in The Rye cover? Ugly as the darkest sin committed on earth, but once you jump inside, something beautiful and raw awaits.

Prescott.

On the outside, she’s a generic, attractive shell. Busty and blonde, not unlike that chick from Legally Blonde. Flippant and wrapped up in an expensive dress. Then you dig deep, and you discover a scarred, scared, bold, frightened warrior. A survivor who will not let her enemies get away with what they did to her. A caring sister, a loving woman who’s been betrayed. Angry but still cute, like a fucking Pink song. She’s so much. She’s too much. But I understand why she wants them dead.

Godfrey.

Sebastian.

Camden.

I’d happily assist with the first two, because I have beef with them that runs just as deep. Camden, on the other hand, is not my problem. I’ll help however I can, but that one’s on her.

I follow Prescott up the stairs to her apartment, watching her calves swelling as she climbs. We didn’t take the elevator to make sure the stairway is clear. She reaches a black wooden door, one of a few in the clean, casually lit hallway, and takes out my dagger from the waist of her underwear. She fucking kept the dagger she stabbed me with. And she’s about to use it to break into her own apartment. I watch in awe and ignore my twitching dick. This girl has managed to get me hard the way no one else could for a reason.

Prescott is a storm, and she’s sweeping up my ass faster than a tornado, ripping apart shit in her wake without even giving me the opportunity to take a step back and examine the mess she leaves behind.

I’m not going to give a name to what I feel toward her, but there’s one narrative that’s always hanging above my head like a guillotine when she’s around.

Crashing.

Not falling. Falling takes time. I’m thrown into whatever this is, crashing fast, hitting every goddamn branch of the Feelings Tree on my way down before hitting rock bottom with a chilling sound. Landing so hard, I leave a fucking dent in the shape of my heart.

She pops the door by crushing the dagger against the handle at a perfect angle, pushing it open and signaling me with a head tilt to follow her.

Shorty got moves.

Pea ambles into her bedroom and opens her drawers as I take in her apartment. It’s a simple one bedroom, beige carpets, black couch, flat screen TV, zero pictures, zero furniture, zero personality. She didn’t get comfortable here—she got by. Pea zips open a backpack on her naked mattress and throws a thick batch of credit cards tied together with a rubber band into it. Then she proceeds to throw in some underwear, a bra, approximately five hundred stress balls, cash she’d apparently been hiding under her bed and a fossil tin covered with pictures of Paris and London.

“What’s in the box?” I enquire behind her back, feeling like a tool.

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