Anya didn't realize she'd fallen in love with the asshole until he'd taken her suggestion and walked away. Like the few others she had bothered to care about, he walked away from the little sister of the mob boss because she was a complication that nobody needed. This time it hurt more than all the rest combined.

"Let's go," she said to Boris, turning around and heading for the door.

When she headed toward her dark purple Camaro, Boris stopped her. "You ride with me," ...