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He’s a cage fighter, a trained killer, his weapons of choice are his fists or a fucking meat cleaver, he shows no mercy and has no conscience, and, according to my crazy hot girlfriend, he’s a good guy. I think I’m going to have a fucking stroke.
“I’m keeping you forever. I don’t do this shit for anything but keeps.”
He smirks at me, probably remembering the intense eye contact in the woodland area while he’d gotten off. “I’m not saying I've never fucked girls before, I'm saying I've never wanted a girl as a… permanent thing.” A permanent thing. What an eloquent way to describe what we all have now. I stare at him until he groans again and continues.
“Look, I was fucking terrified of how I felt about you. I still am, if I'm honest. My circle is small for a reason; I don't trust people and I don't like them. And then you walked into that fucking school with your head high and mouth running, and I just… I love it. I love everything you do; you draw me in and I can't get my eyes off of you. I didn't know how to talk to you without you thinking I was like every other dickhead there trying to win that fucking bet.”
Harley scoffs and whispers in my ear, “Stop looking at her like you want to fuck her; you’ll give us all a complex.” I quirk an eyebrow at him. “If we both swung that way, we’d be fucking married by now. I would have wifed her ass last year.” He roars with laughter.
Avery sighs again, like I’m mortally wounding her, and there’s a pissy thump at the bathroom door before Ash is growling, “This is a fucking joke, right? I’m not going to a party in fucking tightie-whities.”
There is nothing quite as satisfying as watching you destroy the male population one by one,”
“Don’t run off. I’m fucking hungry, Mounty.”
It’s our song. The one he wrote for us to sing together for choir. He’s recorded it for me, somehow in secret because I know Ash still hasn’t heard it yet. I furiously blink back tears. I will not cry in front of everyone, dammit! Harley makes a pissy noise and I glance up to find him shaking his head at Blaise. “Of course you gave her a fucking song.” Blaise snickers under his breath and I elbow him. “What’s wrong with a song? I love it.” “It’s cheating because you’re the hardest fucking person to buy for and Morrison has a secret fucking weapon,” Harley mutters under his breath, but he hands
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“I’m not angry, babe. I’m hungry. I’m fucking starving and you’re the only thing on the menu I want. One taste of what you’ve got and now I’m fucking addicted. Spread those legs for me.”
“No, I mean, do you seriously have the words ‘you’re welcome’ tattooed above your dick? I changed my mind, I’m not doing this.”
Avery’s eyes stay fixed on mine, unblinking and unflinching in her resolve. “I would watch the whole world burn to keep our family safe, Lips. I’m calling Atticus. I don’t forgive him and I don’t want him anymore, but I’ll use him until every last threat is gone. We’re done playing it safe and keeping the body count low. Whatever it takes, to the end.”
Something about me being an assassin and renowned killer has him freaked out. Who knew?
“I fucking hate this, you’re lucky I love you,” I mumble, and his hand jerks in mine. I frown and glance up at his shocked face. He swallows roughly but I’m too busy freaking out to realize it’s the first time I’ve told the idiot I love him.
