Excuse me while I pick my jaw up off of the floor! I'm now finished with both books in this duet, and this is, hands down, the best mafia story I have ever read. The heroine, Morgan, is utter perfection - I wouldn't change a damn thing about her personality or the choices that she makes - and best of all, she's the perfect match for my new favorite unhinged mafia anti-hero with the itchiest trigger finger and best sense of humor I've ever encountered - Lorenzo. My full review will be on book 2 of the duet, [b:Grievous|33629853|Grievous (Scarlet Scars, #2)|J.M. Darhower|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1486333784l/33629853._SY75_.jpg|54472043], once I somehow figure out how to articulate just how much I loved this.

Two quick quotes from the book to give you an idea on the dynamic between the two characters, simply because I cannot help myself, and I have a feeling that my review on Grievous is going to be long AF:

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"You just touched a nerve, you know."
"Don't make excuses, either. Calm your tits, and it'll be okay."
"Calm my tits."
"Yes." His eyes flicker to my chest, and I know he's imagining them. "As gorgeous as those tits are, calm them."
"Fine." I scowl. "You're still an asshole, you know."

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"I got you," he says for the third time, "but I'm telling you, if you start fucking crying on me right now, if you start boo-hoo'ing, there's a chance I'll just throw you over the side myself, so don't do it."