Make Me (The Silent Hollow, #2)

by Alina May

Have you ever tried to stuff a full-grown body into the backseat? As a former cop, I’d advise you not to answer that question.

Way to make me feel bad about using you to get out of a murder. Because, of course, she would.

Ember was always great. The family favorite. Charming, social, and smart. Never talked back. Fucking annoyingly good at everything. Except seeing. That was the only thing I was better at. And look at me now (not talking to you, Ember. I know you can’t “look”).

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 kill him as he looks up at me with those hate-filled, familiar eyes. Eyes that should be dead. Eyes that will get him killed.

I must be drunker than I thought, and I fucking like it. Note to self: drink whiskey; it makes you gay.

I shove Logan off me. Then comes Buffalo’s outraged roar, ‘PUT IT BACK. And tell him we’re peachy. Like an ass. Peachy.’

“Shhhh. It’ll be a nice little nap. A forever little nap.” There’s a small curl to Ronan’s lips, and I’m caught watching, entranced. Ronan is beautiful and lethal and fucking crazy. For a second, I’m caught up in it, watching as my man takes the life of another. My man.

“Come here,” Logan demands. ‘Yes, Daddy,’ Buff smirks from his favorite spot on the kitchen island. Nosey bastard wants to see everything.

So maybe that makes me a little bit gay. But I’m sure I won’t live long enough to process that anyway. So fuck it. Let them eat ass. Or, however the saying goes.

I glance at Ronan too, suddenly anxious for some reason. Is he going to back me up? Of course he won’t. He doesn’t think of himself as my boyfriend. If anything, he’s a half-prisoner himself. Suddenly, I’m full of sadness, and my stomach drops. I’m not sure why. The facts have always been the facts. Then, Ronan raises an eyebrow. “Let’s hear it, guitar hero.” Wait, what? I stare at Ronan, and he flicks his hazel gaze to me. He gives me the tiniest wink, and then my whole body soars. Ronan is backing me up. Ronan is backing me up! And I didn’t force him to.

I have something he wants. ‘Maybe you should fuck the attitude out of him.’ “Buff!” I bark, but he just cackles. ‘Just saying. He’s hot.’ I mutter quietly, “And ‘straight.’” ‘Nah. I have a sense for these things.’ “You’re a stuffed animal.” ‘So you should be even more concerned that I have better judgment than you.’ Jesus. This fluff-filled fucker has gotten way too loud. Maybe I need to stop drinking? Nah.

This is honestly my favorite thing I think I've ever read :) Buffalo for the win!!!!

Dakota instantly parts his lips for me, letting me in. I moan into his mouth, never getting tired of doing this. Because, even without the whiskey, I think I might be a little gay.

Logan’s hand falls on my shoulder, and I feel infinitely grateful. For the note they left for me. For helping me get sober. For kidnapping me. Fuck. I’m definitely fucked in the head because 10/10 would get kidnapped again.

‘Now you know what it feels like.’ I glance over. Buffalo is sitting next to the tank. As usual, he has tufts of hair sticking up from all angles. Buff sighs dramatically. ‘They have all the fun and never let us join.’ ‘Gross.’ I sniff and turn to the pile of treats in my tank. I dig into the food Ronan left me. If I’m going to continue to deal with this, I’m going to need sustenance. And by this, I mean Buffalo. Ronan thinks he’s stopped talking, but if anything, he’s been talking more. And now I have to suffer.

‘They’re probably kissing right now. Hot.’ I twitch my tail. ‘Would you shut up?’ Buffalo looks down his fluffy nose, in only the way Buff can, and snorts, ‘Make me.’