"If you keep bending over like that, I'm going to fuck you right here."
"Then go play with yourself. I slept in," I mumble.
"I'd much rather play with you," he whispers.
On the surface, it looks like they won each other, a family, and a life carved out of violence and obsession. But under it all, something is shifting. Distance. Silence. Secrets. And neither of them are saying what they should.
Rook is still trying to hold on. Kade is still trying to outrun the inevitable. And love?
Love might not be enough this time.
"I didn't climb into his bed to hurt you. I did it because I was tired of begging for five fucking minutes of your time."
This isn't about falling in love. It's about what comes after.
When trust cracks. When promises blur.
When loyalty starts to feel like a loaded gun.
Dark. Twisted. Brutally intimate.
This is the final book in Kade and Rook's story.
And not everyone walks away untouched.