The First Family (Drew Collins, #2)

by Granger

“I gotta go,” I said. “Is that her that just walked in or you got a new man now?” “I thought you were my man?” I asked, trying not to laugh at this fool. “I mean yeah I am, that’s why I’m asking who the fuck just–––Wait, hold up…HUH? What did you just–––I’m your what? Since–––” “Gotta go, byeeeeee,” I said before hanging up and shutting my phone off altogether. Namir was too easy.

Hilarious

“No,” he let out in a low voice, pushing his glasses up as he pulled the skirt out with his hands, seeing his fingers grow hairy by the second until his entire hand shifted into his werewolf form. “This belongs to the girl that died,” he said as I stepped back. “I can smell it. I remember from that morning when I was talking with the police…they had it blocked off on the side of the house. You remember? This is her stuff.”

NOT THE UNCLE!!!! Did not suspect him

I nodded, having made up my mind long before any of this happened about Maggie. I was just going to have to move differently in order to protect her but Maggie Grey belonged to me.

PERIOD!!!

You get married with the hopes that your spouse will take care of you when you can no longer do it yourself but to experience it first hand was unlike any love I’ve ever known.

“I don’t care anymore,” he said. He suddenly leaned forward and popped a possessive kiss on her lips. I clamped my mouth shut to hide my loud gasp but you could hear a few others in the stands around us react.

Oooooooowwwweeee! Chile!!!!!!

“You need a man like that. A man that isn’t scared of shit but another man taking his place.”