Twisted Pawn: A Dark Revenge Romance

“All right, Tier. Let’s cut the crap. I love you. You love me. Everything else can be sorted. Get off your metaphorical high horse.
Say the word, and I’ll announce our engagement in tomorrow’s newspapers.”

He had three crosses inked on the right side of his neck and an imprint of a kiss on his left side, the shape of my lips.

They thought I lacked control where Tierney was concerned. They couldn’t be more wrong. I was nothing but the picture of bridled restraint. If I lacked control, we’d have been married with fifteen children by now. One for every year I’d known her. And there wouldn’t be a filleted corpse in my office.