Carter ReedEmma decided to skip the gym and went home early. It was the last easy decision she made because she found her roommate being raped by the boyfriend. She had two choices. Call the cops and be killed by his family’s mafia connections or kill him first and hope to survive. There was no choice to her. She killed the bastard first and went to the one person who could protect her. Carter Reed. He’s a weapon for the rivaling mafia family, but he’s also Emma’s secret. Not only was he best friends with her brother, but she’s the reason he became that weapon in the first place.
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Carter Reed picked me up, beat my ass, wrung my heart out, and left me wanting more!!!! When I say this book isn’t for everyone, I mean it. There is murder, violence, rape, drug use, and death. When Emma decides to skip out on the gym and go home early, the last thing she expects to walk in on is her roommate being raped by her mob flunky boyfriend. Emma does what she has to do to in order to protect herself and her friend. She ends up having to run to the last person she wants to run to. Carter Reed, her dead brother’s best friend, who also has connections to the mob. She knows that the only person who will be able to help her is Carter, but the problem is Carter isn’t the boy from her childhood, or is he?? Their mutual love finally comes to light, and Carter will stop at nothing to keep his woman safe from the very people who killed her brother. This book left me wanting more! I know that Carter and Emma’s story has gotten its HEA, but I want to know what happens with their friends, Theresa and Noah as well as Emma’s friend Amanda! I loved every dark second of this ride!!
”This,” he growled in a whisper against my lips. “this is what I wanted that night. I couldn’t contain myself and I had to taste you, but tonight is the night I really have you. You’re mine, Emma. You always have been.”
“Tell me what happened.” His plea was so soft.
I broke. This wasn’t the stranger anymore. This was Carter, the boy I had grown up with. I flung my arms around him and pulled him down. Instead of fighting, I clung to him now.
He wrapped his arms around me and rolled to his side. He patted my back and tucked his head into the crook of my neck and shoulder. I felt his lips brush there as he repeated, “You have to tell me. I won’t hurt you. I will protect you.”
A shudder went through my body. At last. Those were the words I was desperate for. He moved his hands, one sliding down to my hip and the other cradling the back of my head, he pressed into me. The last of my reserve fled then. A gasp escaped me and I pressed against him. I needed him.
Shame flooded me. He knew. What kind of person was I? Fighting, running away, and then starting to tremble in his arms?
His hand started to caress my hip. His fingers slid underneath my shirt and moved under my pants’ waistband. He held me there, his hand splayed out. I tried to resist, but I wanted to wind my legs around him. I wanted to pull him on top of me and feel his hand between my legs. But I didn’t do anything. I lay there, still, as my heart pounded inside of me. He could feel the beat against him. The thumping drowned everything else out.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and raised himself up again. He looked down at me. The plea in his eyes was still there. As he brushed some of my hair from my forehead, he asked, “Do you not trust me?”
I nodded. “I’m scared of you.”
A small grin appeared at the corners of his mouth. “You are?”
“I don’t know who you are anymore.” I couldn’t believe I was admitting any of that, but I needed to trust someone. I had to if I was going to survive what I had done. Feeling a little bit brave, I touched his chest. My hand spread out like his was on my back. His heart was steady. I murmured, “I know who you are. I know you’re the Cold Killer. I know what you did for AJ.” A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. It fell unheeded. “I always wanted to thank you for that.”