Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

If you’ve ever been victimized and the justice system has failed you, just know that I see you. I see you, I believe you, and I stand with you.

So here’s to a world where the heroes don’t look much different than the villains. How else are you gonna beat them unless you play their game? -Alina

Killing a person is remarkably easy. It feels wrong how easy it is. All those memories, favorite meals, bad singing, family vacations—gone in an instant.

Ronan is mine to break. Mine to torture. Mine to play with. And when I’m done making him pay for reminding me of what I can’t have, he’ll be mine to kill. I’ll

“My name’s Logan. You call me that again, and I’ll shove my dick so far up your ass you won’t even remember what you look like.”

But powdered donuts are life, so at least there’s that.

I shouldn’t have eaten so many flaming hot Cheetos. This is a regular thought of mine, but once I start, I can’t seem to fucking stop. And I always regret it. But they’re so fucking good.

Maybe it’s not the heroes who save the world at all. Maybe it’s the villains.

Note to self: drink whiskey; it makes you gay.

I want to fuck with Dakota Stewart, the cop with the bad attitude and the pretty face.

I sniff back my tears because I gotta keep up my image. Gangsters don’t cry and all that.

Fuck. I’m definitely fucked in the head because 10/10 would get kidnapped again.