Joker's Endgame (Hand of Revenge, #4)

I’d burn the city down to beat him. I never expected to burn with it.

Maeve
A Wilson wins or dies trying. My father’s been drilling that into me from birth, and I’ve never been anything but ruthless about getting what I want.

Which makes Pierce St. James a problem.

He’s the only person alive capable of matching me move for move, and the one man I cannot afford to lose to. We used to be friends, until one stupid argument turned us into rivals. Now we’re competing for the ultimate prize: a place in our friend group. One of us wins. The other gets left behind.

So our secret arrangement is simple. Temporary. No strings. A pressure valve that lets me focus on what’s actually important: beating Pierce.

I’ve never met a challenge I couldn’t master.

But Pierce has always been the exception.

Pierce
I don’t do forever. Hell, I barely do brunch.

But Maeve Wilson is a shark in red lipstick. Gorgeous. Brilliant. Lethal. And absolutely the last person I should let anywhere near my bed, or my heart.

Our friends have turned our rivalry into a game, and when it ends, only one of us gets to stay. Maeve is determined to win. I should be too.

Instead, every secret night together makes it harder to remember why we started fighting in the first place.

Because if Maeve chooses victory over us, I will not just lose the game.

I’ll lose her.