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“I told you, I’m all in. You’re mine; my girlfriend and my family, so this is our gang life, or whatever. Consider this my blood in.”
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We’re firmly a stab-first family going forward. Apparently you have the perfect farm animal disposal system.”
No one touches the Wolf.
“I’ve never wanted to keep someone before. I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I get it, I don’t want to think about someone else touching you either, but you’re mine. I promise you no one else will ever fucking touch me again.”
“I get it. You needed to eat so you sold your soul and now you’re expendable, replaceable, nameless, and nothing. That’s what you made yourself when you became one of the Crow’s men. I could have done the same with the Jackal a lifetime ago, but instead I crawled my way out of hell.
men usually have the emotional range of a fork.”
I’m fucking damaged. But I love that you all can hold your own. I love that you can fight and hurt and kill when you need to. It makes me feel less… alone. And it’s hot as fuck.”
“I don’t need to avenge you. I need to follow you down to the Jackal’s fucked-up den then watch you slit his throat until he chokes to death on his own blood. I need to watch you get your justice, and your freedom, because it’s not mine to take away from you.”
“Knowing I can use all of the twisted, fucked-up shit my family has taught me to keep you safe… well, I feel a little less fucked up because of it. Knowing that it turns you on is just icing on the fucking cake.”
What kind of a monster would I be if I asked an eighteen-year-old girl to step into a criminal empire?” I give him an ice-cold look. “One that recognizes she was born into a den of monsters and survived it.”
Sitting in my palm is a tiny heart locket, identical to his mother’s, so similar it’s only when I turn the locket over to read the inscription that I know he’s gotten me one of my own. Mine. To the end.
“They’re all a good fit. I’ll have them until they’re sick of me.” Illi grunts and grinds his teeth as he settles back in the bed to get comfortable. “I look forward to being the joint best man at your weird-ass wedding.”
“I’m not making you choose, I’ve made the decision for us all. I’m the expendable one. I’m the one that can do this. I swear to you, Ash, he’s not getting out of tonight alive. No matter the cost, you and Avery will be safe. I’ve done this before, I can do it tonight.”
“You aren’t fucking expendable. You’re nonnegotiable. You’re everything I’ve ever fucking wanted and needed, and you’re trying to get yourself killed.”
You all made this entire fucked up life of mine… worth it.”
“Apparently you didn’t get the message. I live for displeasing men.”
“One look at you and I knew I’d kill for you too. You’re different to Poe, more guarded and cynical, but if anything, that proves you’re my blood.”
“Your friendship with the Butcher makes more sense to me now, knowing that ‘deranged psychotic killer’ is in your blood.” I smile at him, more teeth than sweet. “I’m taking that as a compliment, Crawford. The best people I know are all a little psycho.
