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392 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 3, 2017





“I know what I heard,” I whisper. Max leans down, his face mere inches from mine, and he says very quiet, soft, and yet extremely menacingly, “You aren’t part of my club, Mary. You aren’t a brother and you aren’t an Old Lady. You don’t tell me shit about my club.And then he left her there at the restaurant! He eventually came back, but I was done with that baby-cry of a man at that point.
I have to decide if the good parts about him outweigh the bad. He’s killed for me, but he’s yelled in my face. He’s shown me more tenderness than anybody I’ve ever met before, but he’s also made me feel small, too.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against the top of my head. “I fucked up big time.” “You did,” I agree before I look up, pressing my chin into his chest, careful not to let it rest on any of his healing injuries. “You fucked up, but I just walked away. I gave up,” I whisper.(I hate this so much for her - she's always putting herself second and taking blame where she doesn't need to, and honestly, that's part of being abused - she takes on those bad feelings and lets others treat her that way - he's old enough that he should know better even if she doesn't yet)
I could fuck anybody, but there’s only one person I want to eat fried chicken in bed with, and that’s Mary-Anne.