Live for Me (The Broken Bounty Series Book 3)

by Ember Nicole

If one wisheth to find out, one needst only first to fuck around.

“I’m tired of waiting for karma to level the playing field for me. She’s got too much to do in a world like this and not enough time to make sure it all happens. Sometimes karma just needs a violent shove in the right direction.

You really overthink everything, huh?” “I prepare for everything.”

First, they gave you butterflies. Then, they gave you mental health problems; with fucking nowhere to escape that crazy train between departure and arrival.

All the dangerous pieces of me will only be used to protect you now.”

“You could ask me to show you the snow in hell and I’d sell my soul right to Satan for a fucking snowflake, Memphis.”

He leaned down to kiss my cheek before he just walked away, like he wasn’t turning my world a little more upside down every time he welcomed himself into my personal space.

“I am pretty much just here to do your bidding, angel.”

“Memphis, you precious, sweet little pain in the ass gifted to me straight from Satan,

I’d be bored out of my mind if you were normal.

That’s not anxiety, baby. Those are butterflies.

“Stop making it weird. I’m already weird. I don’t need your help.”

I couldn’t help but wonder how many years I’d have to spend holding her to ease the kind of heartache that would come from believing your own parents didn’t want you. If she’d let me start now, I might stand a chance.

The memories were like demons, forever waiting in the darkness to pounce on a broken soul at its weakest moment.

When your world starts to cave in, all you ever have to do is say my name. I’ll carry whatever weight you can’t.”

The end of me would certainly fucking begin with this girl.

My knight in shining perfectly controlled stability.

Something about being told to tone down my attitude made me want to ramp that shit up until I could look for Jesus in the clouds.

“I’ve never seen anything quite as perfect as you. You’re fucking flawless. Especially beneath me this way, angel.

Let me take over every sense you have. I want to be the only thing you can feel, the only thing you can see.”

“Taste me. Look at me. Give this moment to me and I’ll replace all the bad, sugar. Feel me. Just me.”

“God’s not here, angel. That’s all me. And whether you’re about to be saved or damned, it’ll be at my hands.

He calmed every fire that had ever tortured me, and somehow ignited a brand new one.

“An addiction. You taste like my addiction, Memphis. Like I’d sell my fucking soul a million more times for the next taste.”

“You’re not going to convince me that you don’t deserve the way that I’m going to love every fucked up piece of you, sugar.

The hellfire that she was willing to let rain down when she was safe on the other end of a phone was ridiculous. Fucking. Ridiculous. This whole other person was able to shine through when she wasn’t face-to-face with conflict.

“You’re breathtaking with charred wings, angel.”

“Good is relative, Memphis,” I said with another chuckle. “Good for you. Good to you. Absolute heathen menace to the rest of society.”

tonight, I want to hear you scream it. I don’t want you to drown it out, or bury it, or keep it hidden. Tonight, you’re going to come to life. You’re going to live for me, Memphis.”

“Scream, sugar. Cry. Let it out. Let everyone know that you’re being fucked back to life. Live for me.”

I hope it haunts you. I hope I haunt you. I hold grudges like a motherfucker. And I’m not even the least bit sorry for it.