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Justice is a mistress that calls my name and pulls me into her embrace to fuck me. And leave me bereft. Empty. Wanting a closure I’ll never possess.
Sorrow is everywhere, permeating the atmosphere like a dense fog. I let it cover me, envelop me, bring me peace. It’s rare to feel this serenity. The funerals of my victims are one of the few places I experience this, which is why I always attend. To complete the ritual… End a life. Give justice. Begin again.
Whoever killed my father took everything from me. Not just a loving parent, but my security, financial and physical. As well as my future.
The lights shining overhead cover him in brightness, but the dark promise of his voice erases any indication that he’s angelic. Unless one compares him to Lucifer…
I threatened to kill a man in public, for fuck’s sake. Despite the connections I have with the police and others who’d “handle” this situation, the attorney in me couldn’t believe I acted so rashly. However, the man in me, the primal side that I keep concealed from the world? It didn’t give a fuck. Someone, another man no less, threatened what belongs to me.
How can it when my soul is twisting with the injustice I committed? My moral code is one of the few things I value, and I fucked it up. I only have myself to blame.
Honestly? You're kind of annoying
Lastly, I refill my hand sanitizer. The scent of lemon engulfs me, and I smile. “Is that happiness on your face because of a man?” When I shake my head, Harper slaps her forehead. “Don’t tell me it’s because of the sanitizer.” I shrug. “I like the way it smells. Clean and fresh.”
Hahah
This man wears darkness like a woman wears perfume, leaving a trail wherever he goes.
“Miss Green, I wasn’t giving you a choice.”
Wtf
The man doesn’t say a word, but it’s like he’s threatening me with his stance and his facial expression. That only hardens my resolve to be done with him.
Every single of them has wariness in their eyes, as if they’re worried about garnering his attention. I wouldn’t want to dance with the devil either. Yet he’s right beside me.
“I appreciate what you did for me, but I need to go back inside.” Bennett’s beautiful face tightens, a muscle flicking along his jaw. “No, you don’t.” “Yes, I do. My stuff is still inside, but more importantly, that’s my new job.” “You no longer work there, Miss Green. And you never would’ve if my instructions had been carried out.”
I hate you so much. Bitch
“If I touch you, I won’t ever stop.”
So don’t touch her. Like EVER.
“I agree, Callie.” I sneak at glance at him. “No one’s ever called me that.” “And no one else ever will.”
I'm SO MAD right now. I REALLY want to break something
“Give me your address,” he says.
Don't even bother pretending you don't already know her address you fucking psychopath
“I don’t feel comfortable extending our association. I’m sure you understand.” I scoff. “I’m sure I don’t.” “Hayden, please.” Hearing her say my name in that sultry voice of hers nearly undoes me. But hearing her beg me whilst saying my name? Fuck. Me.
Ugh fucking hell! Dude! Just show some respect and LEAVE. HER. ALONE!
Even when my dislike for him grew throughout the trial. But now? I’m not sure whether or not I still despise him for his past transgressions. Is Harper right in saying that Bennett was just doing his job in the courtroom and I’ve been over-sensitive on that front? Or is my intuition right when it comes to him?
Follow your intuitions
Her body is a temple I want to be inside and worship until the rapture comes. Then I’ll go straight to hell.
Why not just go to hell straight way?
Keeping Calista from finding out the truth about her father’s murder will only become more difficult with time. I’ve always loved a challenge, but not one that could end with consequences I can’t get out of.
I fucking HATE YOU
I search for a prize, a small consolation for not fucking her like I want.
WTF
Calista will come to me. Even if it requires a little persuasion…
FUCK YOU
Besides, I’ve decided to give her time to see that she needs my help. She’s an intelligent woman and will come to the same conclusion eventually, although it might take some more convincing from me. In the form of nightly visits.
YOU FUCKING MANIPULATIVE BITCH!!!
“I’m trying to figure out how you always seem to be around when I need you.” That’s right. You’re finally getting that you need me. And only me.
She's stupid and I hate you
If not for the glint in his blue eyes, I’d think we were discussing the weather. Not one of the darkest times in my life.
My moral compass won’t allow me to lie to Hayden, but I’m ashamed to admit that I’m not above concealing certain details. Lies by omission. The deadliest kind. They don’t need to be believable. Just silent.
His intention to uncover the events in my past is like a disease, and he won’t stop until he’s infected the healthy parts of me. And worsened the parts that are still sick.
You’re safe with me. I’ll never let anything hurt you. Anyone who tries will suffer.
I hate you
“You can trust me to find the person responsible and make them pay.”
BULL FUCKING SHIT
The world is full of darkness, so why not try to be the light in someone’s day?
Vulnerability is hard to deal with, let alone exposing it to another.
the men I’ve been attracted to suck. With Adam gone, that just leaves Hayden. And I’m not certain I’ll ever be rid of him.
“I’m not drunk, but I am happy.” I give her a big smile, as if I have something to prove. But with Harper I don’t. She accepts me as is.
I’m back in hell. Because Hayden is the devil.
Hayden: I’m going to assume by your lack of response that you’re provoking me.
Fuck off you piece of shit
Either way, our relationship is strictly business and it needs to stay that way.
Bullshit
Hayden: First of all, language. Second, boundaries don’t exist between us.
Oh FUCK OFF!
She will surrender to me. In all ways and in all things. Or I will control her through her secrets. Once I learn
There is no word strong enough to describe my hate for you
“If you hurt her,” Harper says, poking his chest, “I’ll kill you.” He gives her a curt nod. “Understood.” “Harper, don’t say things you don’t mean,” I say, my gaze darting back and forth to confirm no one overheard her. “She meant it.” When I blink up at Hayden, he stares back, certainty etched into his features. “I’ve seen the eyes of a killer, and she is very serious.” Harper grins maniacally. “Yes, I do. Remember that, Bennett.”
PLEASE tell me she’s ACTUALLY going to kill him!
“I want to possess more than your secrets, Callie. I want to possess you.” My lips part on a gasp while my heart ricochets within my ribcage, making my chest ache. “What does that even mean? You can’t just own someone.” “I beg to differ.”
UGH! JUST DIE ALREADY!
I’m not ready to embrace my stalker, but at least whoever that is hasn’t expressed their desire to own me. Unlike the man beside me.
UGH! STUPID STUPID STUPID SO FUCKING STUPID
“You belong to me, Callie. You have since the first time I saw you. I knew it then, and I’m telling you now, you’re mine.”
I'm going to puke
“Once you accept this thing between us, you’ll never leave.” I inwardly shrink as defeat washes over me like a cold wind. He’s right. I knew this when I ran. If I ever take the chance and explore this attraction with Hayden, I know deep down that it’d be the death of me. I’d lose myself in him to the point that I’d no longer exist. That is what truly scares me. Not Hayden, but my feelings for him.
I can't deal with this shit. The whole book is just giving me the ick! I think there's even a chance that this will be the first (maybe the only) book I'll ever DNF
And lastly, once I find your father’s killer, you will give yourself to me. Completely, without restriction.”
WTF
“I need to leave you alone right now, or I’ll break my promise to you.” “Will you come back?” His eyelids lift and he gazes at me with such tenderness that I nearly sigh. “I will always come back to you, Callie.”
Please. Don’t EVER come back!
but at the end of the day, I have a stalker. Hayden is the perfect person to deal with that.
UGH
I won’t allow anything or anyone to get in between me and Calista. Not even herself.
BITCH
I’ll be wearing Calista down until she accepts my protection.
Fuck you
“The seventy-two hours was an excuse to give you time to come to terms with everything. Because you are going to give me what I want. I won’t leave you alone until I know you’re protected.”
FUCKING PSYCHOPATH
