"You can't change me, Nicolette. I do the things I do not because I am forced to, but because I want to. I like being bad, Nicolette, and I don't want to stop, " he said, turning away from her and hiding from the perfect moonlight.
She gingerly stepped closer to him. "Well, mon amour, that's what's different about us. I don't want you to change your ways because I like them just fine. You're not the only one who likes being bad."
"No, " Jax vigorously shook his head. "I can't, we can't. I...I'll hurt you."
"Then, hurt me, " Nicolette whispered in his ear before their lips roughly met.
Nicolette Rousseau was the type of woman that always got what she wanted, no matter what it took. She had men curled around her slender fingers, but never seemed to become attached. Perhaps it was because she wore the blood of those who wronged her as if it were her red lipstick.
Jax Rivas was the type of man that liked to own, from people to objects, he took it all. He had women on the tips of their heels for him, but he loved the touch of a gun much more than of a woman. Perhaps it was because he killed anyone and anything in his way.
What happens when the mafia queen and the mafia king collide?
Here's a hint: pure chaos.