“If you're not able to see all the other parts of me that I shamelessly wear on my sleeve, lass... I'm happy to break it down for you. I'm honest. Sometimes, as brutally as my kills. You're wrong about me not knowin' love. I love just as hard as I fuck. I'm nothin' if not loyal, Seven Grey, and I might be a horrible singer, but it comes straight from my black heart. I knew you were mine the minute I looked into those eyes, and I'll do whatever it takes to put a smile on that face, even if I have to dig my own grave to do it." His breath skated over my chin, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I'm gonna go take this rapist van back. It's not doin' much for my image.” Dark RomanceKillerStalkerCleanerKinksExecutionerIrish MobMarticianSeven Graves Author:H.B. Elliott