Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée
Unlike Castillo’s fortress, Diego’s estate was deceptively warm, almost inviting—exactly the kind of mask that got men killed in our world.
It was clever, I’d give him that. A wolf in grandfather’s clothing.
The guards didn’t question me when I arrived. I mean, the gun hanging loosely on my belt should’ve been enough.
The front door opened, and Liam filled the frame. Diego’s son. Taller than I remembered, cockier too, with a grin that begged for someone to knock it off.
“Well, well,” Liam drawled. “The infamous Killian. The man who stole my cousin and apparently survived to tell the tale. Should I be offering you a drink or condolences?”