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Crow by A. Zavarelli is about Lachlan and Mackenzie. It is the first book in the Boston Underworld series. I was so excited to read this book and this series. I am so glad that I read the book. I love everything about this book; it is dark and full of twists and turns that keep you wanting to know what is going to happen next. The chemistry between Lachlan and Mack is amazing and you root for their relationship the minute they first interact in the book.
Mackenzie “Mack” Wilder is the daughter of an underground boxer. Mack had a tough childhood after her father was murdered by the Russians. After her dad’s death, she was moved from foster home to foster home, so all she had was her best friend, Talia. One day Talia goes missing and the cops aren’t doing anything to find her. Mack is determined to find her, so she decides to go undercover at a strip club where she meets Lachlan, but the lines soon blur.
Lachlan Crow is the underboss in the Irish mafia, and he is up for a promotion which is being challenged by someone within the syndicate. He also just lost his grandfather. Lachlan lives by the saying that the syndicate has “you live for the syndicate; you die for the syndicate”. He meets Mack at the strip club and is immediately infatuated with her; he knows that she is hiding something, but he just doesn’t know what that is. He slowly begins to trust her and will risk everything to ensure she is safe.
Favorite Quotes
“Family, loyalty, honor, and blood. Tis the only thing that’s true.”
The crow symbolizes many things in different cultures. Magic, transcendence, destiny, intellectual awakening.
“You think ye can just walk away from me?” he asks. “Ye came and planted your arse right on my cock in the middle of the club, if I’m not mistaken. And then demanded, while my fingers were deep inside ye I might add, that I not fuck around with Mandy. Even if ye hadn’t seen what ye did last night, you were never walking away from me after that, sweetheart. Don’t mistake those words for empty threats.”
He turns around and walks back down the hall, giving me a nice view of his fine ass as he goes. Of course, Ronan catches me staring and shakes his head. Bastard.
thought. I belong to him. Only him. He tells me as much when I shatter around him.
“Nobody else gets this,” he whispers threateningly. “You gave it to me, Mack. It’s mine. Do ye understand that?” He jerks on my hair and I grunt. “Fuck you, asshole.” “Yeah, fuck me,” he echoes. “You’ll be in my bed every night, sweetheart. Riding my cock, taking my come. This body is mine now. Am I making myself clear enough?”
“You belong to me,” he tells me. “And if ye had some doubts about that, there should be none now. Anyone who tries to touch ye will die.”
Someone else will be in his bed, feeling his body move inside of them. Feeling his warmth when he comes in right before dawn and pulls her against his chest. Wearing his shirts and smelling his cologne on the pillow beside her. I hate her already. I hate the bitch who gets to have those things with him so much I want to scream.