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That’s the problem with lies. Eventually, they start to feel real. Eventually, you start to believe them too. I’m one big hot fucking mess wrapped in pretty lies.
Dexedrine
I want to be what she needs. What she wants. But I’m not. Someone else will. Someone who I may very well end up killing too.
Breath. I take a breath, and the oxygen comes into my lungs freely. Blaine’s weight is gone, and I don’t know why. When I open my eyes, I find my salvation in the form of the man who has never spoken to me. The one with the coffee-colored eyes. The one I have secretly watched and fantasized about since the moment I first saw him. He’s on top of Blaine, his own body shaking with anger as his fist drives into Blaine’s face over and over again. Blaine’s trying to fight back, but it’s futile. Ronan’s stronger. Harder. Fiercer. My protector.
We’re oil and water. We don’t mix. I’m bad for him, and he’s no good for me either, probably. But I’m his, regardless.
I catch sight of Lachlan grinning. And then the bastard winks at me. He fucking winks. He set this up. Set me up.
He isn’t at all sweet. But if I wanted sugar, I’d eat a fucking cupcake.
My whole life is in that car up ahead, and I’m going to slaughter the men who thought they could take that from me.
of. I just caught the boss and the underboss of the Irish mob blushing over a baby.
He once told me he worried he wouldn’t do well with her cries. He was right. Because every time he hears them, he’s the first to her side. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger.
