Queen of Vengeance

"What are you going to do when you find him?"I pause, unsure what my answer should be. But there's only ever been one option. "Kill him," I say.SlateLife's taught me not to expect much. Handouts, fair treatment, a decent parking spot downtown. But dead last on that list? Lux Colombia-Clarke showing up at my door, looking like a damn fairytale with a score to settle.Her proposal knocks me sideways: find the city's most dangerous drug dealer, and she'll make sure my sister gets what she needs. I'd be an idiot to refuse, but every time her eyes cut my way, something dark and electric stirs in me.She's trouble wrapped in silk, and I'd be wise to stay clear.Good thing no one ever accused me of being wise.LuxTrust me, I can think of better things to do than begging a prime-parking-spot-stealing jerk for help. Like, a million better things. But this leather-clad biker may be the only way to help my brother. If I can endure the boulder-sized attitude he's carrying around.We had a deal. One that didn't include feeling ... safe. Protected. Happy. Like, wtf?In no universe do we make sense together. He looks as out of place in a tuxedo as I do in anything other than vintage Chanel. But when we're together, it's like none of that matters.Until, of course, it does. And then nothing will stand in the way of our epic mutual destruction.

Pages: 348, Paperback, Jessica Jude