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For all the ladies who’ve dreamed of riding shotgun next to an obsessed, unhinged cowboy with blood on his hands. Saddle up, sweetheart. This is about to get filthy … (and spectacularly deranged).
Sage Everett could never be a rose, she’s a wildflower—resilient and untamed.
Kade’s protective hand latches onto my wrist. Dark eyes bore into mine and his voice is pure gravel. “Wait in the truck.”
Since the moment I laid eyes on Sage crouched between the dumpsters, it took all the strength I had to remain fucking calm and tend to her wounds.
What does it say about the men of our society when women feel safer with a fucking bear?
“Nah, but I will fuck your girlfriend. Maybe I’ll even record it so you can watch how a real man should treat her.”
“Touch her, and I’ll kill you,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Funny. I have the same thought. Only difference is, I’m not too chickenshit to follow through.”
“You claim to be a man, don’t you? But the way I see it, you’re nothing but a punk-ass coward. Real men know the value of the women they’re holding. They don’t raise their voice. They don’t demand control outside of the bedroom. And they certainly don’t use the person they love as a fuckin’ punching bag.”
“Life’s a gamble, kid. Every decision you’ll make is as fickle as a coin toss, but it’s up to you to choose wisely. You pick the wrong side, you’ll never find your way back.”
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
“God can’t save you from The Gambler. Not when there’s a debt to collect.”
“There’s a dead fuckin’ body in our fuckin’ truck.” “John Cena, Rhett. John fuckin’ Cena.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious? You’re certifiable.” “We own thousands of acres, there are dozens if not hundreds of animals buried on this property.” I give a nonchalant shrug. “What’s one more pig?”
“Kade. We own a cattle ranch.”
Did I kill that bastard rolling around in the back of my truck? Yes. And is Rhett pissed about it? Definitely.
It’d make my heart happy to toss that sleazy cunt piece by piece to the hogs—I’m
Unfortunately, Rhett talked me out of it, saying that burying him is a far cleaner option and less deranged.
“I don’t want another John Cena outta you for a long time, ya hear me?”
She needs to learn I am someone she can confide in, the guy who will burn down the world to keep her safe. She’s a drug I haven’t taken, but I’m already hooked.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to fuck Sage Everett, because for as long as I can remember, she’s all I’ve fantasized about.
She’s the purest of temptations wrapped up in a pretty package labeled Forbidden Sin.
“I wonder what my little wildflower would think if she knew I was getting off to the sight of her.”
“Don’t worry about other people,”
“They don’t matter, Sage. They really don’t, in the grand scheme of things.”
wishing I could tumble back into that part of the dream, to the place where I’d felt completely safe.
Why does he make me feel that way? He shouldn’t.
When my eyes home in on what can only be described as a massive monster cock, I’m half afraid I’ll pass out, and he’ll have to jump in to save me because … holy shit.
Admitting I have a problem named Kade is the first step of curing my newfound addiction. Right? Kade makes me bold.
“Last chance to say no, Wildflower. Once we do this, nothing will be the same. There’s no going back.”
Do I regret following Sage toward the tree line and fucking her for the first time in a river? Somewhat. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.
I should have known better than to leave him unattended with a pretty mare. Apparently, my stallion is more like his owner than I ever knew.
When presented with temptation, nothing can stop me from taking what I want either.
It seems when it comes to Sage Everett, I am insatiable.
Like it or not, Sage has become the current I’m drowning in, and I’m too far gone to swim for shore.
“Obsession,” I breathe out again, letting the word hang in the air, heavy with truth. “You’re a damn wildfire, and I’m standing here with matches in my hand.”
“Mine,” I whisper against the quiet night. But at this moment, it’s the only truth I have. “Always mine,”
I’m just a man haunted by the taste of something he can’t have.
The funny thing is, he isn’t even referring to the murder-y bits of late, because that’s a John Cena situation.
I’m not the warm and fuzzy kinda guy who spews declarations of love and lifetimes.
I’m possessive, erratic, and pretty damn sure my morals are divided across two personas.
For her, and her alone, I’d happily allow the monster in me to wreak havoc, let him rattle the cage, then set him free so he can chase the ones who haunt her away for good.
I’ve already killed one man with my bare hands, and before morning arrives, I’ll have disposed of another. All. For. Her. Should that scare me? Probably. Does it? Absolutely fucking not.
“Jesus Christ. What is wrong with this fuckin’ family?”
“Boy, I’ve been around these back roads a time or two. And besides, you know how I love me a true crime documentary.”
“This is where it gets fun,” I say, stretching my arms overhead like I’m about to do some light cardio instead of feeding a corpse through industrial machinery.
“Kade, there is something very wrong with you.” I smirk. “That’s not breaking news, brother.”
“Ready to play funeral assistant?” He exhales, shaking his head. “Jesus.” I slap the truck bed. “Nah, just Kade.”
“Perspective, brother. Somewhere, right now, a guy is chopping onions at the local diner for minimum wage at five in the morning.” I gesture at Ridge. “This? This is art.”
Rhett stares at me like he’s trying to mentally detach from the conversation.
What happens next is a goddamn symphony of horror.
