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“You don’t recognize me?” “I—I guess not.” “Would it help if I took my clothes off?” Dear. GOD.
“So,” Hades sighs, his voice dripping with amusement. “You ready to discuss body armor for your dick yet, or do you wanna talk bachelor party?”
“Neve, c’mon,” Castle looks at me uncertainly. “It’s ten in the morning—” “Oh, go play with your thirty pieces of silver, asshole.”
Ezio scowls. “Look. I know your daddy got killed, too. But those were good men—” “I don’t give a shit if they were Mother Teresa, Lady Gaga, and fucking Jesus. You need to understand who I am to you.”
One, Neve is a fucking force to be reckoned with. She’s bold. She’s tough. And she’s ballsy. And two, all of that is a serious turn on. I’m so fucked.
“This may have started as a political alignment. But make no fucking mistake,” he rasps. “You are fucking mine.”
“If they don’t,” he snarls, I’ll put a hole through their chests and fuck you in front of them while they bleed out, so their last goddamn thoughts on this earth are knowing how fucking MINE you are.”
“Come for me,” he rasps into my ear. “Come for me knowing I’ll burn the goddamn world down just to have you in the ashes.”
“If you ever speak to, talk about, look at, come near, or even think about my wife again, I’ll be back, and I will be leaving with your balls in a jar.”
Ares: if you go anywhere near Jack, I swear to fuck, I’ll fly there right now and put him through the fucking window before I fuck you senseless on the nearest surface in front of everyone Heat throbs in my core. Me: promise? I finish with a winky face for good measure.
That “business partner”—who obviously doesn’t exist—is still at large, and a person of extreme interest to the NYPD. I wish them the very best of luck in their search for him.
