Elect (Eagle Elite, #2)

by Rachel Van Dyken

“Yes. Whether you like it or not, we belong to each other. I’m as much yours as you are mine—I don’t share. I want to freaking murder anyone who even so much as looks in your direction, or at your shoes, and damn if I don’t hate those boots that Chase got you. I want to consume you. I want to be the one that puts a smile on your face. I want to be the one that teaches you pleasure—me. Not anyone else. Sharing you—even by way of my cousin, who I trust more than anyone in the world—has to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.”

“Every Saint has a past, every sinner has a future.” I had always wondered which I was. The saint or the sinner?

“Hey, brother.” “Mil.” His eyes narrowed. “You look old.” “Thanks. You look like hell.” She reached down and squeezed his chin between her fingers, examining his face. When she was done she jerked her hand away, pulled a gun out of her back pocket and shot at his feet. “What the hell, Mil!” Phoenix yelled. “Just checking to see how your reflexes are.” She winked. Tex chuckled next to me. “Is it wrong to be turned on right now?” I rolled my eyes.

“Chase.” She pulled away and wiped a tear from her eye. “You have my heart, but Nixon… he owns my soul.”

That’s the thing about love—you’d do anything to secure it—except when you finally have it, you’re so damn worried about losing it that your choices are no longer selfless but selfish.

“When I wake up in the morning… I don’t think, wow, how can I make her love me more? How can I have my way with her? I, I, I? Not in my vocabulary. In fact, I’m a big fan of the letter u. I eat, I think of you. I drink, I drink to you. I cry, so you don’t have to. I’d die, for you to live. And I’d survive with a broken heart only if it meant mending yours.”