My Bodyguard’s Forbidden Trespasses.
Diva nodded once and vanished back into the club.
Beside me, I heard Adrian let out a shaking breath. Ella had gone very still.
Killian leaned in, his chest brushing my shoulder. "This cousin of yours is a gangster," he whispered. "Nothing is hotter than a woman who can order a hit and a round of drinks in the same breath. You should take notes, Daisy."
Never. It could never be me.
"I think I'll stick to writing books," I muttered.
Queen turned back to us, the "Boss Lady" mask softening. "Daisy, Ella, you look like you're at a funeral." She snapped her fingers at a man standing near the curtain. "Get me, Dante. Jaz."