Queen of Vengeance

<p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What are you going to do when you find him?</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I pause unsure what my answer should be. But there's only ever been one option. Kill him I say.</em></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Slate</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Life's taught me not to expect much. Handouts fair treatment a decent parking spot downtown. But dead last on that list? Lux Colombia-Clarke showing up at my door looking like a damn fairytale with a score to settle.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Her proposal knocks me sideways: find the city's most dangerous drug dealer and she'll make sure my sister gets what she needs. I'd be an idiot to refuse but every time her eyes cut my way something dark and electric stirs in me.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>She's trouble wrapped in silk and I'd be wise to stay clear.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Good thing no one ever accused me of being wise.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Lux</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Trust me I can think of better things to do than begging a prime-parking-spot-stealing jerk for help. Like a </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>million </em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>better things. But this leather-clad biker may be the only way to help my brother. </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>If </em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I can endure the boulder-sized attitude he's carrying around.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We had a deal. One that didn't include feeling ... safe. Protected. </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Happy</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>. Like wtf?</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>In no universe do we make sense together. He looks as out of place in a tuxedo as I do in anything other than vintage Chanel. But when we're together it's like none of that matters.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Until of course it does. And then nothing will stand in the way of our epic mutual destruction.</span></p>