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Now that I thought about it, that probably wasn’t a good thing. I’d likely have to kill her. I could always fuck her before I kill her? No! Fuck. I really needed to call Mila.
wtf
Russian wasn’t a language I was fluent in, but who the fuck cared when he sounded like that? Not me.
It also revealed she was high up in the ranks of the cartel, since he obeyed her command, not saying another word.
“If you’re gonna kill me, kill me. I’m not afraid to die. So if you’re gonna do it, hurry up. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my face.” For the briefest moment, all I could do was stare at her in shock. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was entirely serious. She wasn’t scared to die. There wasn’t an ounce of fear on her face. Just total calmness, complete ease, like this was just another day at the office. I’d never met a woman like her. She was fearless. Even in the face of death.
And yet, none of the Bratva women I’d met had ever shown such a complete and total lack of fear. Except maybe my sister. But she was batshit crazy.
He pounded his chest like a gorilla. “Hulk angry,” he grunted, imitating me. That little shit.
HAHAHA
Lukyan’s voice echoing down the hall. “Eck. What are you doing here?” “Hi, Lukyan,” Mila said back, a fake sweetness in her tone. “It’s nice to see you too.” “I didn’t say it was nice to see you.”
HAHA I LOVE HIM
The identity of the boss of the Los Zetas was some kind of well-kept secret within their organisation.
oh she’s def the boss
“This is really in your best interest, you know. You ever been around a woman when she’s hangry?”
haha she’s so real for that
“Ha!” Lukyan laughed, stuffing his face full of popcorn as he watched from the sidelines. He’d wandered down from the house sometime after round two, an excited look on his face, like he was a kid in a candy store.
he’s so real
I was big on assuming the worst in people. Especially men.
Dayton was snoring his head off, his cap sitting haphazardly on his head and his mouth wide open with a bit of drool dripping down his chin. The sight made me chuckle. I removed his cap, sitting it down next to him, and covered him with a throw blanket before I left. Regardless of the fact that I hadn’t gotten any rest, I had work to do.
Shut up why is this so cute
So lazy, in fact, that I’d managed to binge watch the first two seasons of Emily in Paris on Netflix.
OMG YESS LOVE THAT SHOW
Oh, good. I’m glad you’re not hurt.” I didn’t know you cared so much, malyshka. “Because I want to be the one to hurt you,” she hissed, slapping me across the face. Oh.
HA
The truth of the matter was, I didn’t want to give her up. Not now, not ever.
If I could, I’d wipe all her memories of the men who’d come before me, leaving only me behind. Did that make me a bad man? Probably. Did I care? No.
Ugh. Sometimes I hated my inner voice. She was always a bitch, pointing out rational shit I’d rather forget or ignore.
Well, no more. I had to think about what was best for me, because as much as I wished for it, Aleksandr couldn’t put me first.
I needed Drea like I needed air in my lungs. Blood in my veins. Food in my belly. She was everything I needed to survive, and the thought of being without her was…unbearable.
I blew out a small, relieved sigh. He didn’t hear me.
he totally did bsfr
“You talk too much.” Was all I said before I shot him clean between the eyes.
Haha diva
“Yes, yes, good job,” I said, rolling my eyes as I walked towards him. “Now, give me that thing before you—” my words died as a knife plunged straight through Dayton’s throat.
WTF
Dayton’s cries never eased. He cried right up until the moment he took his last breath.
NOOOO
Even in his darkest, and cruellest moment, one where he was so consumed with rage he couldn’t see straight, he refused to hurt me.
“I heard what you said at Arturo’s party.”
Knew it
“I love you so much it hurts. It physically hurts to be without you, to not see you. To not speak to you. To think of you gone. You’ve managed to burn yourself into my mind, my soul. Branded yourself in my heart. So, now you own it.”
