See You Soon (Scarred Executioners #1)

by Lexie Axelson

had to fake my strength to support my mother. I so badly wanted to fall apart, but I am the only person left to take care of her, to be strong for her when she can’t be for herself.

As I stared at him in his casket, dressed in his uniform, I had the overwhelming urge to shake him. Shake him awake because they did so well covering his wounds he just looked like he was sleeping. I wanted to punch him in the shoulder like I always did and tell him to stop faking. Stop joking around because this wasn't fucking funny. I so badly wanted to, but all I could do was cry until I felt sick and drained.

how do you tell a mother to move on?

“Don't hide your beauty away from me. You're so addicting.” His words loom over my head, and my insecurities fade like my morals.

“So, why don't you?” I tease, my voice low. “I can’t.” “Why not?” “I respect you too much.” DISRESPECT ME.

Why does everyone make me feel bad for wanting to believe everyone is good? In a world full of pain and unforgiving people, I want to be a part of the good. I genuinely believe you can significantly impact someone's life just by smiling at them.

The truth is, I don't fucking hate her. I hate how much I want more from her and can't touch her. I want to stay respectful in some way since she’s my dead best friend's sister.

smile. He makes me feel like I'm worthy of more. It feels weird. I haven't felt so respected by a man before.

“Because I know for a fact, it’s not a goodbye. It’s a see you soon.”

Her smell and her touch are already altering my mind. The aftermath of whiskey can't even compare to her effects on me. What she could do to me is ruthless. What I could do to her is worse.

“You’re playing games with the devil, little angel. Are you sure you want to go to hell?”

The devil took his time creating this sinfully handsome man.

“Once you pull down those pants, my cock will be the first and only that will ever be inside of you. Do you understand that, Ari? If I find out any other man tries to take what’s mine, he’ll wish he hadn’t.” He threatens into my ear. Something about his possessive threat has me even more drawn to him.

“Oh baby, I think you forget that I’m the military’s most lethal trained killer…”

“I’ve sent way too many souls to hell. I wouldn’t hesitate to send another if they even look at what's mine.”

Death by huge cock.

The thought of the unknown is what scares me.

“Time waits for no one. Death is a shadow stalking the living. It is a dreadful, inexorable promise, and life is a lovely lie.”

He’s alive and breathing. It’s a moment that’s so routine sometimes people in relationships don't understand how fast it can be taken away. It’s easy to take it for granted,

Shit. I have to socialize now. It’s one of the things I least enjoy doing.

His voice could make me do a million things I was unsure of and simultaneously make me feel like I was the only woman in his world.

“God?” He says it like I insulted him. “Don’t bother calling out for Him. He can’t hear you. There is no God when I’m around, baby.”

If my man doesn’t cry for me on our wedding day, I’m running away.

“But even if you choose to leave, you will always be mine. Even if you decide to run, your soul is trapped within me, and I’m never giving it back.”

“Time waits for no one. Death is a shadow stalking the living. It is a dreadful, inexorable promise, and life is a lovely lie.”