Butcher & Blackbird (The Ruinous Love Trilogy #1)

by Brynne Weaver

Two minutes until the next step in my career becomes reality.

You got this bb

“Feckin’ Christ,”

This isn’t like her. She was lying. She’s fucking miserable here. She’s gone. Something’s happened. She’s been in an accident. She’s hurt or harmed or fuck, arrested. She’ll wither away in a place like prison. That would be worse than death for a woman like Sloane. Can you fucking imagine? Shy and acerbic Sloane Sutherland, surrounded by people twenty-four hours a day, never able to find a safe space to hide?

Breathe my guy

When I speak, it’s only to her.

But now I know. I was saving it all up to meet you, Blackbird.”

as Lachlan watches her with a look of vexation.

*wink wink* *nudge nudge*

“It was Lachlan and Lark’s fault. I think they hooked up but I’m confused, because it seems like they fucking hate each other.”

Awwwww yeeeahhhhhh SET EM UP

“Then let me borrow your e-reader.” “Get fucked,”

“Four o’clock at the restaurant, yeah?” I ask as I rise from my chair. She nods, her smile bright, but the tightness she can’t hide from me remains. “I’ll be there.” And though she kisses me goodbye, and tells me she loves me, and casts a smile over her shoulder as she goes, that thin mask still remains to follow her out the door.

Please dont go where i think this is going

and give him a slice of bacon that he hasn’t earned, because he’s kind of a dick.

Me @ B&W

When I return to the kitchen and round the stove, I stop dead.

“Well, well,” he says. “The Butcher of Boston.” I raise my hands as the muzzle presses harder to my face in warning. “And your little Orb Weaver will be here any minute too. As tempting as that party of three sounds, I’d really like to spend some quality time together, just you and me. So, you’re going to make her leave.”

I HATE IT HERE!!! NO!!

“If you don’t, I’ll kill her,”

“And I’ll enjoy every second of making you watch.”

When his gaze collides with mine, it’s wracked with darkness and defeat.

Please spare me Brynn

I told you this back in April, on the tenth.

Feels too specific to not be important later

“My restaurants are all that really matter,” he says, pointing toward the dining room before pressing his finger to the stainless steel counter.

Hmm…

My heart is crumbling into ash.

“I need to know why I’m unlovable.” It’s the first time I’ve seen even the slightest hint of hesitation in Rowan since I stepped into this kitchen.

“Just be honest with me. Why can’t you love me? What’s wrong with me? Tell me—” “Because you’re a fucking psycho, that’s why.”

Im gonna kms

“You kill people and cut bits of them off and make an elaborate show out of stringing up some batshit-crazy map that no one can figure out but you. Then you gouge out their fucking eyes and make them into decorations. I know I’m no fucking saint, but that shit is next-level insane. That is what’s wrong with you, Sloane. You’re unhinged. You’re going to crash and burn. You’ll take me with you if I let this keep going. So you need to fucking leave.”

Why are we even here then

I thought he was just like me. I thought we were the same.

“Oh, sweetie, there has to be some kind of mistake. That man loves you.”

“I dunno, some weird stuff,”

Use your brain bbg

“He said that he ‘never wanted to be like everybody else.’ He claimed specifically that he’d told me that on the way to the Best of Boston gala on April tenth.”

Smooth with it

It’s the way he said it, the way he put it all together. It was just weirdly specific,”

Thats what i said

April tenth to thirteenth.

Atta girl

know the horror I just saw is real. But there’s no time to fall apart.

“And you’re going to give me everything you can find on David Miller.”

HOLY SHIT

Then he tears the flap of skin free from my arm with a merciless tug as the sound of my distressed cry fills the room.

His once-vacant eyes are not fucking vacant anymore. They are ravenous.

His counterfeit pout turns into a reptilian grin. David’s tongue slides out between his teeth and he lays the skin across it like a veil, holding it out for me to see. He closes his lips around it, lets it wiggle against his triumphant smile. Then he sucks it into his mouth.

Jesus. Fuck.

I’m going to be fucking sick.

I have never, never felt like this.

You and me both bud

“Do you think she would want to do those deviant, depraved things with me?”

Maybe I’ll just follow her all the way back to 154 Jasmine Street. I could break into her house and bring her a doggie bag. Feed her little pieces of you and then fuck her until I tear her apart, until she’s nothing more than another piece of bloody, pulverized meat destined for the trash.”

Jesus H. CHRIST

I like something full-bodied.”

I bet you do

“Looking for something?” a voice says from the shadows. Shock and confusion. Desperation and fear. It all crashes into my chest as Sloane steps into the light, David’s gun raised in her hand.

REAL HOT GIRL SHIT

She looks to David. A slow smile creeps across her lips.

“Hello, David. I’m so happy we finally have a chance to talk,” she says. And then she lowers the gun. “I was wondering when you’d finally make your move.” Her smile takes on a dark edge. A sharp edge. One that slips right between my ribs.

“And it was a very convincing performance, wasn’t it.”

“Tsk, tsk, David. You must not have counted all the video feeds. That one there?” she says as she points the Glock to a camera in the corner of the room that’s aimed toward us, its red light still on. “That one is mine. I’ve been watching the whole time.”

Sloane’s smirk is triumphant as she gives him a wink. “Like I said. If I wanted to, I would.”

He’s fucking enraptured.

“Love?” Sloane’s head tilts. Her eyes are black in the dim light. “Love … ? You really thought that’s what this was? You said it yourself—I’m a fucking psycho, remember? A monster. This isn’t love. It’s boredom. It’s competition. And by the looks of things,” she says as she lets her gaze travel from the corkscrew and down the steady drip that flows to the pool of blood on the floor, “I’ve already won.”

… A purple vibrator that matches his outfit. A dragon onesie costume. “Rowan Kane, what the fuck,” I say as I cackle with disbelief. “I’m not Rowan. I’m Sol,” he growls as he stalks closer. His ravenous gaze pins me and doesn’t let go. I take a step backward and then another, every laugh that escapes me only feeding the hunger in his eyes. “And I’m going to breed you, little human.” “You are so weird,”

“You’re really doing it,” I say as I look over my shoulder and grin. His hair is already clinging to his damp forehead beneath the hood where two little orange horns are sewn. “You’re fucking me in a non-breathable velveteen dragon suit.”

Literally what is this

“Get all the kinks worked out.” Anna snorts. “Work them in during the evening, out during the morning.” “Dragon onesie,” Lark and I say in unison with a round of giggles.

“I dunno, I just thought maybe you’d like to get married this weekend. Kinda seemed like a nice spot.”

Typical Rowan fucking Kane

Then there was that whole lingering sense that he was scheming. “Skullduggery.” “Maybe a little bit.”