Voracious (The Edge of Darkness, #2)

by Leigh Rivers

I might as well be fucking a younger Tobias Mitchell.

I cant wait to read psychotic obsession

It’s the villains that are the sexiest after all. Who wouldn’t want a bad boy?”

LITERALLYYYY WHO DOESNT WANT A SEXY SMOLDERING VILLAIN WHO HATES EVERYONE BUT YOU

“Dance.” One word. One order. One syllable that has her pupils dilating and her hips rolling to the dangerously slow beat.

“Like I’d ever cheat on you.”

This hurts so bad

Stacey is still asleep. I even check her pulse to make sure she’s alive.

I use drugs because I feel like I’m dying if I don’t.

“I want to be enough for you, my little princess,” I say, choking up for some reason. “I’ll never get drunk around you, and I’ll stay off the cigarettes. I’ll even stop smoking joints when you get here. I’m going to make sure I’m the best version of myself, so I can be a good daddy for you.”

This is so painful

Barry answered right away and stayed on the phone with me until I stopped crying – until his wife came on the line, with the softest voice ever, hours after having a baby, and somehow, I calmed enough that I could talk without hyperventilating.

If ANYTHING happens to barry and his family im going to fucking kill myself

We’re getting there. Day by day, we heal a little more, but I can’t bring myself to burn the box under my bed. Filled with clothes and the little princess dress, it’ll stay there until I have it in me to bin it.

We could properly prepare, and I’ll even stay on the couch the full nine months. I promise… I promise I won’t lose our baby again.”

So I crawl. I’ll crawl the entire fucking way to Stacey if I need to.

For the next two years, I die a little more each day, until the version of Kade Mitchell I want to be turns into a ghost. My soul is shattered and broken, and I lose all the pieces, unable to glue it back together. Look at me now, my little princess. Daddy’s gone, and he’s never coming back.

I’ve never had an mmc so deep and traumatized no one is going to be able to top Kade Mitchell when I finish this trilogy

Drugs and alcohol being forced into my body; being abused to such a degree I wished for death – I became a liar, secretive, a toxic person to be around. I was terrified. I had been for a long, long time.