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he let us go, but with nothing except a single ephemeral promise of taking more in the future. More we don’t have. He didn’t just defeat us, he humiliated us and crushed us beneath his boot. He took everything from us. From me. Alastair wants an empire. And I think I just gave him one.
“Eden freed Alastair, yes, but if she hadn’t, we still would have attacked the Den. Aaron still would have betrayed us. Our plan still would have been compromised. Only it wouldn’t have been Alastair who discovered us, it would have been Sam . . . and we would all be dead right now.”
“Eden didn’t decide to attack the Den. Eden didn’t bring Aaron in on strategy discussions. The only thing Eden changed about how tonight was executed is who was executed—and you’ll note, it wasn’t us.”
Eden didn't make the decision to attack Cyanide City but she didn't tell them about the agreement or what she done so they were operating without all the information. Dom may not have decided to attack Cyanide City if she told him.
God, how are we going to survive without the Sinners’ resources?
they aren't supposed to survive without begging to be incorporated into alistair's group and become sex prizes for his men
“Look, it probably wouldn’t have made a difference if we knew about your alliance. I mean, we could have strategized around it, sure. Changed our plan. And we probably would have used Alastair effectively, if we’d known. Maybe stopped him from taking every advantage we have, claiming our home as his, and making it so that everyone from here to Alabama is going to live with Sinners’ boots on their neck. Maybe we wouldn’t have to worry about slowly getting bled dry by tithes we can’t pay to people who don’t even deserve the dirt off my shoe. But there’s no use speculating now.
she went behind his back, ignored his orders, undermined his authority, lied about it to everyone, befriended and romanced him, and then paved the way for his humiliating defeat at Alastair’s hands. Not since she betrayed him.
you worked around your grandmother and your husband’s rules more than you ever worked with them . . . because they couldn’t be trusted with that control.”
sometimes, the best thing a bad leader can do is walk away.”
She knew I was lacking, just like my father did.
I just can’t shake the feeling that these men are hiding something.
“You’ve hardly been around women for years. You want to drag us back to your home within minutes of meeting. You talk over and around us like we’re children—stupid ones!—that need to be kept and coddled . . . and you
“Do you think we don’t know what happens if we’re caught alone with ravenous animals?” I ask,
“We get torn apart.”
Treating him like shit won’t make me change my mind—just like cutting me out didn’t fix anything between us.”
That all of this wasn’t just a romance of convenience—a silly infatuation with the first woman he’d seen in years, come and gone like a rainstorm rainbow.
A sneaky, slow heat begins to curl through me, and the sensible librarian in me slaps it down. Bad.
yeah, where I like the first book the second one left me terribly disappointed at the end and this one I'm not liking this at all and her reaction to this I don't think this is funny or cute or sexy. I'd be screaming. I'd be throwing things. I'd be climbing out the fucking window. I'd be locking myself in the bathroom. I put a gun to my head before I let somebody treat me like this by taking away all of my choices, like I'm an object to be hoarded, a POSSESSION to control.
“I’m no expert in leading people . . . but maybe you don’t need to have the answer. You just need to be open to hearing it.”
Eden doesn’t belong to anyone but herself.
I don’t think Alastair plans on giving at all. He got what he wanted from me . . . and Alastair has only made promises to take.
There’s a difference between compliance and submission.
For a moment, I think I see a flash of long, dark hair behind one of the tents, but when I look back, the spot is still.
Alastair’s no better. He’s the one who led most of the raids on our land.
wonders
slowed by raid-rations or not, they’re quite literally starving. All the urgency seems to have gone out of them to stretch those rations properly.
electrics
“They do seem okay.”
“But men lie.”
Don’t fuck him. You need to stop letting him take everything too.”
I don’t want to make her less, no matter how low I drag her?
Bullshit. Making them less IS THE WHOLE POINT of dragging a partner low especially while being completely unwilling to go low themselves.
Humbling.
I don't believe that for a millisecond.
She might be the one on her knees right now, but Eden has me entirely at her mercy.
Riiiiight. Sure.
His eyes spit vitriol. “Like hell I’m leaving you alone with her.”
Now that, I can agree with.
Sadists hardly have a glowing reputation, even in the community, but . . . he knows me.
But does he truly not trust me?
“You want him to hurt you? He’s going to do it, Eden. You know that, right? Not swat your fucking pussy. Have you seen the things he does to people? You don’t want it.”
I’m watching him now . . . and I don’t like what I see. Jaykob’s jaw flexes, and my throat turns dry. He’s worried about Eden. He’s worried about Eden because he loves her. He’s worried, and under my care, and rather than hearing his concerns . . . I’m showing him I’m exactly what he fears. Callous and cruel to a fault.
selfless
Not hardly. Not even a little bit.
“I can’t love you for all the ways you’re brave and good, but never let you be those things.”
“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” he says softly,
You’re too dirty to be a good fuck toy for me yet.”
Nope. No way would I want to be intimate with someone who spoke/treated me this way. they expect her to speak and treat them so respectfully and then they disrespect her and treat her like trashed every turn I just don't get it it's not a turn on.
His choice. His body. His hole. I’m only here for him to play with.
No. Way. In. Hell.
“Show me why the good little service slut is worth my time.”
Yeah, he wouldn't be getting to Jolly my breasts, I'd be ripping his junk clean off for that comment. He's not worthy of her.
And he trusts me to know what I need to hold back.
too bad she has such a poor opinion of herself she lets them treat her like garbage and doesn't hold much of herself back especially feeling to maintain a modicum of self-respect
“You’re a fantasy fuck, Eden. You better know how incredible you are.”
oh it must be really hard to find a girl who will let them speak and treat her like trash
adored.
? degrading and disrespecting someone is not adoration.
What do you need, pet?”
what anyone who just been wrong through the ringer would need , for him to care enough put that care into action after treating her like garbage. the fact he can't proves he doesn't really give a flying fuck because taking care of someone should come fairly naturally from basic common sense and consideration -- it's not hard. The person just needs to matter to the caregiver and the caregiver has to have enough common sense and consideration to be able to think through needs. the fact he can't is pathetic
That you’re all those things and still want to put yourself in my hands, that you let me play with that perfect fucking body, that you trust me with it—I don’t take it lightly.”
See, that's the thing with these Alpha assholes, they might have some pretty words to spew to string along their targets, but their actions don't match. And it's not just what a person says it's how they behave how they treat you. He WANTS to treat her like trash, NEEDS to treat her like garbage and that speaks to who he is more than some flowery words that can mean absolutely nothing but the gaslighting and manipulation to keep somebody on the line. seeing someone else treated this way doesn't turn me on it makes me bloody angry.
We’d all assumed, after the way Alastair talked at Cyanide—after he insisted on dealing only with me, and the scathing way he insulted Dom—that it would be the same here, but . . . something is off.
“You killed friends of mine,” I reply,
“You need better friends.”
