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It’s the perfect disguise, too. As much as cops get shit on, there’s a reason so many of us turn out to be garbage.
Something about the job calls to a certain type of twisted soul, and I answered the call when I realized it gave me a cover to the darkness inside of me.
From the moment she shyly flagged me down months ago, offering me a single daisy to brighten my day, I’ve only ever cared about keeping one soul safe. Of watching her, of learning all her secrets, of obsessing over the moment I could find a way to make her mine. My angel.
“Don’t struggle, baby. You’ll like me a lot more if you don’t struggle.”
“What did you do? You tried to give yourself away to another man. You’re not allowed. That pussy is mine
“Because, at first, you saved me from the dark thoughts.” From the way his gaze roves over me, I can guess what those thoughts are about. “But then they just got darker. I had to take you. I had to make you mine, and the only way to do that was to make you mine. Lover… captive… prisoner. It doesn’t matter to me what you are so long as I can claim you. You belong to me, and that means you belong with me—locked up or not.”
“And my badge number. In case you had any doubt you’re mine, don’t. I put my mark on you. The first woman who earned it,” he adds, answering a question I never would’ve thought to ask, “and the only one.”
“No one has to know,” he echoes softly around that daring grin. Yeah. Except I already do.
“I killed for you. I’d die for you. You’re my goddamn world, the only thing worth anything in this life. I love you. You love me. Now fucking tell me.”
“I always knew you had a bit of devil in you. Just enough to make you my perfect match. My perfect soulmate.”
It was inevitable. We were inevitable. I always thought that one of us would break first. Turns out, it was me
He says that like I have a choice. With him, there isn’t any. I don’t think there ever was. Inevitable…
Nothing can come between us. We’re one. We always will be.
No matter what I have to do, I’ll make sure of it—and not even Angela herself will be able to stop me.
“Look, we’re both broken. I was born this way. You were made this way. But that’s the beauty of us, angel. No matter what, we can make each other whole.
Maybe I am his angel, but he’s my devil. More than that, he’s mine
I completely own Mason Burns, his body—his heart, his soul, too—forever mine to do whatever I want with.
“I love you, Mason.”
“Tell me you meant it, angel. Tell me you love me.” I meant it the first time.
“Angela… if I put this on your finger, that’s it. Nothing short of you stabbing me in the fucking heart will get me to agree to let you take it off again.
“You were right all along, Mason,” I whisper against his lips. He’s still inside of me, and I hope he never leaves. “No one has to know.”
