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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.
When you were trying to get away from yourself, you gravitated to the loud and obnoxious, to the extremes, to the reckless, because it forced you to scramble and hang on with your clawing nails to cliffs of your own self-invention.
“I would do anything for you. Anything.” With that, he pushed his way out . . . and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase. Actions did mean more than words.
Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and bitch slap someone. “You
“Love can conquer everything but reality. Which will win every stinking time.”
The trouble is, body needs a hell of a lot less than the soul does to connect.”
Besides, the mind was the most powerful weapon anyone had against themselves.
“You’re the reason I get out of bed every night. And you’re the reason I can’t wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It’s . . . you.”
Love, he realized, was like the daggers he made in his forge: When you first got one, it was shiny and new and the blade glinted bright in the light.
Plus if memory served, Payne’s twin drove that black Escalade over there, and that meant payback was going to be a shitload of Black Veil Bride, Bullet for My Valentine, and Avenged Sevenfold getting loaded into that SUV’s sound system. Just the thought made him smile. All in all? He felt like he’d won the lottery. In each of the fifty states. At the same time. That was how lucky they all were.
