Resisting Ruby Rose (The Ruby Rose Series)
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Still reeling from the heartbreaking events that unfolded on Grissom Island, Ruby Rose is trying to come to terms with the fact that she’s gone from a vigilante in killer shoes to a stone-cold killer. Everyone from her therapist to her smoking-hot boyfriend keeps trying to convince her that she hasn’t crossed over to the dark side, but Ruby isn’t so sure. It doesn’t help that her nemesis, Detective “Mastermind” Martinez, is still out there, waiting for another chance to take her down.
When an alleged CIA agent named Skryker shows up and asks for a meeting, Ruby figures it just means more questions about her case. But he has information of an entirely different nature and a job offer: join an elite force of young assassins, including Skryker’s right-hand guy, Quinn Donovan. Quinn is distractingly charming, handsome—and deadly. Ruby resists becoming a killer again, but as she becomes more ensnared in a web of deceit, no one around her is safe.
on one of the bar stools. “I think I can handle myself, but that might be fun.” One minute threats, the next minute insults, the next banter. I put my head between my hands in exhaustion. He began rummaging through his fridge, pulling out limes, lemons, sprigs of green leaves, ice, and fancy-looking bottles, then took a large knife from a knife block. “You look like you need a picker-upper as much as I do,” he said, slicing through a lime. “I thought we were going to get chocolate
She didn’t know that I’d accepted Skryker’s offer, did she? Mathews didn’t seem to know, otherwise he would have said so and tried to talk me out of it. But why else would she assume I was capable of this? “What exactly are you asking me to do? Launder money?” “I’m asking you to keep me out of prison.” My oh my, how the tables had turned. CHAPTER 19 The first person I called when I left the hospital (out the back door, unescorted by Mathews) was Quinn. He’d conveniently
security agents by being stupid. He knew that he’d need help to bring Martinez down. And that’s why we’re here. To help.” “Son of a bitch,” I spouted, drawing the lines between the dots in my mind. “So he made a deal with the devil, and now the devil is dragging us all into his pit.” “That’s a very dramatic and not altogether accurate way of looking at it.” Quinn drew his brows together in a crease. Was he now defending Skryker, when just yesterday we were talking of running away together
the bed next to her. The skin on her wrists was raw and swollen. She had tried to pull herself out of the handcuffs. I wished I had some antibiotic and pain-relieving ointment to offer her. Instead, I had only the cloth and my guilty heart. “Would you like me to do it?” I asked. “No, I’ll do it,” she said, bravely reaching for the cloth with both hands. “Can I at least pull your hair back for you and redo your braid?” “I guess so,” she said, her voice cracking. She was afraid of
in mind.” “Oh, please,” I said, running my fingers through my wet hair. “Don’t act like you didn’t know how to play me from day one.” “So you’re telling me that every time I want to be near you, I have to open myself up to getting my arse kicked by you?” He cocked his head. It was both exhilarating and exhausting to consider being close to Quinn again. Though we’d been laying low together for weeks—me, Silver, and Quinn—I wasn’t ready to approach the idea of being with someone again.