Survive for Me (Broken Bounty #2)

by Ember Nicole

“I’m having a hard time remembering the me that you know. Reminding myself that who I was isn’t really who I am now. I know it’s been weird for you because of that.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk about them if you need to, J.” He smirked at that. “I made my peace with them being gone. I came to terms with it a long time ago. Now, I just have to figure out how to reconcile the way that I felt about her for the last half a fucking decade with the fact that she didn’t actually pull the trigger.”

“Having to figure this out doesn’t mean I’ll stop wanting you, Triss. I don’t want you to think that. I’m fucked up right now. I probably will be for a while. I don’t even know what happens to me from minute to minute lately, and it’s terrifying,” he said and paused. “But I still want you, if you can figure out how to survive it with me. If you can survive me.”

“What name should I be screaming?” She whispered. “Probably not Kyle, right?” This little fucking menace.

What happened between us definitely wasn’t what any sane person would consider lovemaking, but I was able to fuck her into realizing she felt something for me, even if she wasn’t able to come out and call it love yet. She was able to fuck me into feeling like I was still human enough to be what she needed out of this life.

I released her throat, and she sucked in a giant breath. “Do I make you feel like the rush that comes with that first gasp of air?” I asked. She slowly nodded her head. “Yeah.” “That’s how you know, baby.”

Everything she did was so intentional, everywhere she touched set my skin on fire. Everything she did screamed the words that she still hadn’t been able to force herself to say.

you can survive it for him. With him. You can be the thing that gives him the strength to keep standing back up and to keep trying.

“You are the reason for him to get it figured out. You’re why he would want to be better.”

I’m still here because you were always going to need me. But that’s kind of a double edged sword now too. I wouldn’t survive it a second time, baby.” “Survive what?” I asked, a little afraid of the answer. “You’re what keeps me here, Triss. I’d never live through losing you too. I wouldn’t even want to. I hate myself right now. I hate myself for the way that I felt about Liz for all these years. I hate myself for what I did to you. I hate myself for not knowing what the fuck I’m supposed to do about it now. But what I hate even more than all of that is that I’m so fucking terrified of how I’d have to feel about myself if I did something even worse to you. If I end up being the reason that I lose you too.”

I’d blacked out and tried to fucking kill her while she slept beside me, and rather than taking that as the most obvious fucking sign that she should’ve sprinted away from me as far as she could get, she was determined to hold me closer. She didn’t spend even a second of her time acting like she believed I was a full-blown monster. She never stopped looking at me like I could walk on water if I just decided one day that I might try it.

“Put your eyeballs back in your head if you plan on keeping them, slick.”

will paint this entire fucking house with a cotton ball before I spend even a second of my life worrying about what you think, kiddo.

“I’ll fuck his name right out of this mouth. You’re going to learn that mine is the only one allowed on your tongue, and you’re going to learn it now. On your knees, baby.”

“You own every piece of me outside of this. You control everything about me every other second of every fucking day. You’re in charge of my thoughts, you decide every move I make.

“When it comes to this body, everything about you is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to tease and torture. Mine to bend. And. Mine. To. Fucking. Break.”

Giving in to me. Giving herself to me. My fucking queen. My ecstasy.

“For her, yes. Memphis doesn’t need a pushy, dominating asshole who can’t be told that he’s wrong. That’s what I need. She needs something…softer. Patient.”

Patient & suspicious 🤨🤣

“We’ve been putting together this giant list of other Executioner/Judge teams. People who I think would probably be interested to know that their devastating life stories all have common roots that they maybe hadn’t realized before because they were too close, and it was too raw. I think we need to find them. Tell them. Dismantle the President’s entire organization from within so he doesn’t even have the ability to keep recruiting with these methods.”

“You’re this abrasive, noisy, vulgar, little siren.”

My queen. My ecstasy. She wanted to find out if I’d beg. Like I wouldn’t do fucking anything under the sun for her.