LOVE BUILT IN BLOOD

Quinn's pov: I stand leaning back in front of the bar, pretending like I have every right to be here. That is the very first lie.I don’t do clubs. At least not ones as sophisticated as this. It screams wealth and money and sin. I feel way out of place.When I received info from Chief earlier today that there was a new lead on the Salvatore gang, I knew it would hardly lead anywhere and I was right.There is nothing uncommon about this place. It looks exactly like what it is supposed to be, a well-established club.I am not naive enough to not know what could be happening within these walls, but I also know that even if a raid were to happen now, we would not find anything. That is how careful they are.Even the air feels expensive, like it has been filtered through money before it reaches my lungs.From what I know about the Nora Club, it is owned by some business mogul. A man as clean as a white sheet of paper. Pretentious, but still…I let my eyes do what they always do in unfami

Quinn’s POV: The drive home is a blur. One sentence keeps replaying in my head."Till next time... Quinn."I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. How the hell did he know my name? Did he recognize me from somewhere, or had he known exactly who I was the moment I walked into Nora? And if he did... what did that mean for the investigation?I force the thought aside with a frustrated exhale.It doesn't matter. I wasn't there because of Ronan Siren. I was there because of Nora, and Nora had given us absolutely nothing.The place was spotless, exactly as I'd expected before stepping through its doors. No suspicious activity. No loose ends. Nothing that justified another look....Unless Ronan knowing my name wasn't a coincidence.I groan, rubbing a hand over my face."It could be nothing, Quinn. Write the goddamn report and be done with it."By the time I pull into my apartment building, I've replayed the conversation so many times I can practically hear his voice beside me.I hate it. T

CHAPTER FIVE Ronan's pov:Being in control means knowing when to walk away, and I follow that rule blindly. Well, until about thirty minutes ago.As I watch Quinn sit in another one of my bars, drowning glass after glass.This is an illegal site. One of the clubs that never links back to the Sirens, and I do not need a cop snooping around here.At first, I think that is why he is here.Maybe there had been a leak somewhere, but with the way he seems uninterested, it feels more like a very unlucky coincidence.For him.Quinn Anderson. I found out his real last name. He's a man I should stay very far away from.He is everything I am not. The very evidence of my only weakness. We are connected in a way I want buried for life.But here I am, watching his every move, watching as people stare at him, their gazes hungry.Does he not notice? I wonder. Does he not see the way he stands out among the crowd?"We should leave," Riley interrupts me."You can leave first. I will be here for a whil

The door slams hard enough to rattle the glasses on the bar. The laugh that bellows out of me at that shocks even me.I remain exactly where I'm seated, my hand reaching for my phone. The hotel's security feed fills the screen, showing Quinn striding down the corridor with long, furious steps.His shoulders are rigid beneath his jacket, and his expression hasn't softened in the slightest since he stormed out.The elevator doors slide open on the screen, swallowing him from view. My thumb lingers against the edge of the phone before I lock it.Silence settles over the suite almost immediately afterward, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner.A smile tugs faintly at the corner of my mouth.Cute.He looked seconds away from turning around and punching me. It's almost disappointing that he didn't.I would have let him. Any excuse to put my hands on him again would be welcome.I want to see him lose control. That polished restraint has to crack eventually. Men always reveal th

QUINN'S POV"There he is."Neha's voice comes through my earpiece just as another black sedan rolls beneath the hotel's entrance canopy.I lift my gaze from the guest list in my hand. A man steps out in a tailored charcoal suit, black gloves, and polished shoes that barely make a sound against the marble.Ronan Siren.For one ridiculous second, all I can think about is waking up in his hotel room.Heat crawls up my neck.Damn him.I tear my eyes away before he can notice. "Eyes forward," I mutter to myself."Talking to yourself already?" Neha asks.I ignore her. Our assignment tonight is simple: maintain the perimeter and screen incoming guests.No unnecessary interactions. A very simple procedure.So naturally, the universe decides to send Ronan Siren walking through my checkpoint.He reaches me with that infuriatingly calm stride of his. For a brief second, neither of us speaks.Then one corner of his mouth lifts."Officer."His voice is smooth enough to make me suspicious on princi