God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)

by Rina Kent

I didn’t beat these people up because a cunt happened to grab Brandon by his shirt or attempt to punch him. Hurt him. Right in front of me. Yeah, so I did drive my fist in Brandon’s face the last time I saw him, but only I get to do that.

This is why I’ve stayed away. Why I’ve removed myself from any situation he’s in or any environment where he can exist. I see him, and I’m burning. The harder I’ve tried to stay away, the wilder my obsession with him has grown. I just can’t fucking help it.

So I don’t mean to be a stalker or anything. Okay, kidding, I totally do, but I’m in REU’s stadium to watch some boring sport called lacrosse.

What the fuck is this man doing to me? Why on earth can’t I keep my hands off him? Does he have witch blood? Is he made of fucking drugs?

“Why the hell would you lick me? Are you a dog?” “Woof.” He grins

You better remember who the fuck you belong to, Nikolai. Did I print that text and frame it? Possibly.

In the past, I couldn’t care less about whether or not I survived the violence and the mayhem. Now is different. Now, the thought of being without him terrifies me. Death terrifies me because it would take me away from him.

First I get a psycho son. Okay, fine. Love that. Best challenge of my life and pretty sure I passed it. I didn’t need to have my daughter with a psycho boyfriend. And now, it’s the psycho’s psycho fucking cousin. What the fuck have I done to deserve that? Was I a mass murderer in a past life or something?

Never giving that painting up. Will probably have to put a request in my will to bury it with me so that when I meet Satan, I can tell him all about my lotus flower.