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And who was Rachelle? Only the delegate of Satan.
The guy certainly had the Prick Factor going on.
Clint sighed. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.” He looked at Greg. “Call Matt. Maybe he’ll do the execution right here, right now.” This was where she was obviously supposed to quiver in fear and finally confess. Instead, she gave a theatrical gasp. “What? Now? But the night is young, boys.” “Ally,” Clint gritted out. “Bring out the cuffs, let’s have some fun.” “Ally.” She threw up her arms. “All right, I confess
“Don’t get smart with me.” She snickered. “Are you sure you’d know if I did?”
“Apologize to her? I’d rather exfoliate my skin with barbed wire and then dive into a pool of chlorine.” Something that Rachelle would know perfectly well. “Besides, I’m not in the habit of saying sorry for stuff I haven’t done.”
But I’m open to the explanation that she grew up on a diet of paint chips and glue.”
“Anyway, there’s no need for me to be envious of her claim on you—I always give my used stuff to the needy and disadvantaged.”
“I have to wonder if things could have been different if you hadn’t been deprived of oxygen at birth. Just a thought.”
“You are, you’re jealous!” “Of what exactly? Your manipulative streak? Your distance from reality? The voices in your head that tell you you’re pretty?”
You’re also neurotic and have cancer of the soul. And I have better things to do with my time than listen to your shit.”
Derren had been stripped of the ability to trust a long time ago. But he didn’t lament it, didn’t view it as a weakness. Being wary of others, reminding himself that even the people closest to him could be capable of betrayal, would ensure he was never taken off guard again. Nick was the only person in whom he’d invested any real degree of trust, but the guy had earned it.
Nick growled. “No one will ever lay a fucking finger on her.” “Yes, we all know that if anyone even thought something offensive about your baby girl, you would disembowel them before they could blink. But what if she didn’t have any of us to protect her, if she was pretty much all alone in the world . . . wouldn’t you like to think that someone else would protect her?”
“Very noble, but I have a feeling my phone battery will last longer than your attempt at tolerance.”
“Sorry, I don’t take orders unless I’m naked.”
“And guys need to stop shoving their hands down their pants to play with their balls in public.” Ally shook her head. “Some things will never change.”
“That’s all right. I’m not convinced I care.”
Are you even listening to me?” Ally double-blinked. “I was. A little. But then I got distracted by the hairs on your chin.”
“Admitting your problem is the first step to recovery.”
“Yeah, life will be so very hard and depressing without you . . . it will be almost the same as having you around.”
“Holy Mother of all that’s blue,
“Hi, I have big feet.”
“It’s just that she looks a lot like my next girlfriend.”
“Who I speak to is my business. Should I grab a ladder so you can step out of it?”
“Fuck it, I can make new friends.”
Hoping she didn’t make an idiot out of herself by drowning in an ocean of unnecessary embarrassment,
You’re just like her—common, disrespectful, slutty.” “They’re some of my best qualities.”
“Well, Taryn, Jaime, and my Roni might like you, but I don’t.” “And that’s supposed to make me feel, what? Devastated?”
So, either he has the IQ of a Cheerio or some kind of death wish. We’re not yet sure.”
“Hey, Ally, do you know the difference between a hamburger and a blow job?” At her frown, he asked, “No? Wanna have lunch sometime?”
“Did you know that a certain study found that seventy-nine percent of mascara contained staph infection? Just watch out for impetigo, food poisoning, boils, and cellulitis—they’re some of the symptoms.”
It’s possible to be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”
ignorant, easily led, thoughtless bastards.’
“You get to feel how you feel. You don’t get to offload those feelings on other people.”
“Shock me, Rachelle; say something true.”
“Woman, don’t make me hit you with your own broom. Just cut the crap, be a big girl, and give me some honesty.”
“Coming from a demented, poisonous, mind-numbing, substandard intelligence . . . that means absolutely jack shit.”
“But, hey, if believing all that crap about me makes you feel good about yourself . . . well, all the power to you, I guess.”
“You’re jealous, just say it!” “Yes, I want to slide into your skin and become you,”
“Don’t you see you’re so deluded and crazy that it goes totally beyond crazy and enters a completely new dimension of crazy?”
I’m sick and tired of riding your crackbrained roller coaster.”
“Motherfucking piece of fucked-up shit!”
“I don’t make threats. They’re boring. I’m stating a fact. If you wish to challenge my belief, feel free to do so.”
“Hey, don’t you ever fake orgasms with me.” She huffed. “I don’t get why guys get so pissed when girls do that. Hell, your gender can fake an actual relationship.”
Ally sighed, turning to Shaya as she pulled away from a fully healed Cain. “I don’t understand men.” Shaya patted her hand. “I’m not sure we’re supposed to, sweetie.” “You might be right.”
“Did you know that bulls are actually color blind? It basically means they’ll charge at any cape, no matter the color.”
“I always figured that love was sappy and gooey. But it’s not.” What he felt for Ally was a feral, hissing, clawing, boundless emotion that probably should have scared him but didn’t.
“You love me?” He smiled. “Fuck yeah.” “I’m glad, because it’s rare for one-sided relationships to work out well.” His smile widened. “Is that your very poor way of telling me you love me?” “It was pretty poor, wasn’t it?” Rubbing her nose against his, she said, “I love you.”
“I’m going to piss you off a lot, Ally. I’m going to mess up, say the wrong things, be crazy jealous, and annoy the shit out of you with how overprotective and interfering I can be. But I’ll never take you for granted, never purposely hurt you, and never betray you in any sense of the word—I swear that to you.” Melting at that statement, which was about as romantic as her mate was ever capable of being, she smiled. “Same here. Please note that I’m going to drive you equally insane. We’ll clash and we’ll argue sometimes. But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever care about you any less.” “That’s good,
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“Maybe if you opened your mouth for more than talking bullshit or giving blow jobs, we wouldn’t have a problem.”
“What? What are you staring at?” He sighed languorously. “You, before I wake up from this dream.”
