Lover Unleashed (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #9)

by J.R. Ward

Life was what you determined it to be; regardless of where fate put you, logic and free will meant you could make your cabbage patch anything the fuck you wanted.

The Northway was invariably jammed this time of day, and he made great time while he listened to old-school My Chemical Romance. “I’m Not Okay” was a tune he couldn’t get enough of for some reason.

Emo-ass motherfuckers that they were—

“Don’t worry about me.” “Right, right . . . your brothers.” Manny paused for a split second. “You’re all right, you know that.” “Fuck . . . that . . .” The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. “I’m . . . perfect.”

Annnnnnnnnd the fact that he now was rubbing his shin as he went along was like adding a set of roller skates to the party.

“I love her so damned much,” Manny heard himself say. “That’s my heart right there. That’s my woman.” “Word.”