“C’mon, Leo,” Jax says again. “Rumors, my ass. She definitely f*****g did it. Just look at her.”
I look at her image with new objectivity. I’ve had that picture on file for two long years, but it’s been some time since I really looked at it closely.
Everyone expected big things from her. She has her father’s ruthlessness and superiority. The rare mafia princess actually deserving of the title. Deserving of the throne, perhaps.
“She looks permanently pissed,” Jax observes. “To be honest, it’s kinda hot.”
I roll my eyes. “Maybe you should be concerned about this black widow of a woman after all.”
“I’ve got a thing for mafia princesses. Sue me.”
“Too bad none of them will ever give you the time of day,” I laugh.
Jax snorts. “They will when they see my cock.”
Anya wouldn’t be the first
