Page 58 of Jagger's Remorse
"Jagger—"
"You started this war, Scarlett. Now let me help you win it."
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired of half-measures. Tired of waiting for you to destroy me. If we're going to burn, might as well set the whole fucking world on fire."
"That's the first smart thing you've said."
"I have my moments."
"Plus you want to fuck me again and can't do that if Diego kills me."
"That too."
I check the Glock, muscle memory from a thousand training sessions. "For what it's worth? He's going to be hard to kill. Maybe impossible."
"Good thing I've got you then."
"This isn't a partnership."
"Call it whatever helps you sleep. But Scarlett?" He catches my chin, forces me to meet his eyes. "After we save Mel? After we kill your psycho ex? We're going to have a conversation about who exactly owns who."
"Looking forward to it."
"You should be scared."
"Of you? Please. I've been inside your head for five years. Inside your body for a while. I know exactly what you're capable of."
"Do you?"
"Yes. And it's not nearly enough to touch what I'm planning." He kisses me then.
Hard and claiming and full of promises I know he can't keep.
"Prove it," he whispers against my mouth.
"Watch me."
We load up like we're going to war.
Because we are.
Against Diego.
Against the cartel.
Against the inevitable ending where we destroy each other.
But first, we save the innocent girl who made the mistake of showing me kindness.
And if I have to burn down half of California to do it?
So fucking be it.
The little dragon's finally ready to breathe fire.
CHAPTER FIVE
