Philip Murphy has all of Chicago under his thumb. Except me.
We met in a perfect storm of violence and lust. He saved me and then disappeared from my life. Now I pretend I never knew that kind of darkness. I focus on midterms and campus parties, as if they can wipe the slate clean.
Then he turns up outside my dorm room—wounded and barely conscious. He’s the head of a crime syndicate, a powerful man, but he needs me now. There are traitors in his midst.
I can help him, but I can’t fall for him.
- Original Title:Deep (Chicago Underground #8)
- Author:Skye Warren
- Rating:7.62 / 10
THERE ARE MOMENTS like earthquakes in your life, when the ground splits open and nothing will ever be the same. My first moment came in fourth grade, when I got an assignment to create a family tree. I applied myself like the good little student that I was at the time, making an actual tree from construction paper and Elmer’s glue.
This is where you come from, Mrs. Fitzpatrick had said when my classmates had complained about the project. This is who you are.
My parents seemed different the moment I told them about the project, more subdued and standoffish—which was saying something for them. So I did like always and threw myself into the work, as if another A+ would somehow impress them when all the rest hadn’t. I used online sites and library references to pull actual census reports and, in a couple of cases, pictures.
I had been too naive to notice what I saw in them: blue eyes and pale bro...