Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men, #2)

by Giana Darling

Even at seven, I harbored a black rebel soul bound in velvet bows and bible verse.

just because someone is not who you want them to be, it does not mean they are incapable of good.”

“You have nice eyes. My grandpa says that kind eyes don’t lie.”

A fallen angel. A monster, but a good one under all the scary.

You’re too young to get this, maybe, but sometimes a person’s got a soul so pretty it makes ’em glow prettier than anythin’ else.

I think it’s harder to talk about those scars and it’s harder to get over them because they wrap around you like poison ivy, making it hard to breathe and pump blood through your heart in the normal way.

that our scars make us different and they make us hurt all the time and feel a little lonely.

Ignore the dicks that will be ignored and throat punch the idiots that won’t. Make friends with the pussies who let you do that to them. And wait.

A year ago, having such a spiteful thought would have made me sick to the pit of my stomach. Now, I was always sick to my stomach so I didn’t have as hard a time with the evil thinking.

Even drunk as fuck and rank as shit, Louise Lafayette took my fuckin’ breath away.

With or without me, Loulou Lafayette was going over to the dark side. And I’d decided I’d be the welcoming committee.

I was a monster, sure as shit. Violence was second-nature to me. Greed was an instinct I didn’t care to curb. Lawlessness was my code and brotherhood was my anthem.

He’d been, quite simply, my everything. And now, it seemed, I was nothing to him.

I think I might like the sight’a ya with tears in your eyes as you try to take what I give you.”

You fuck with the The Fallen, you court death. Simple as that.”

I was going to die at the hands of a coked-up drug dealer just because I wouldn’t grind on his lap. Sometimes, I seriously questioned my morals. As in, were they necessary?

She made a man who’d felt like a monster his entire life, feel like a fuckin’ angel.

It was gettin’ harder to believe this girl, this teenage daughter of my arch-nemesis and renowned good girl, wasn’t fuckin’ made for me.

“My knight in leather on his beast of metal,”

“I know enough and when you’re ready to share more, I won’t run away scared because you’re the person I’ve always run to when I am.”

“What are you doing?” I whispered, staring up at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

“Seducin’ ya properly.”

I felt his command down to my bones because he had helped form me. His words in ink on paper were my Bible, his attention my place of meditation and his hands on my skin? The same hands I’d dreamt of every day for a decade. That I’d prayed for with more fervency than any virtues I’d been told to worship at church. They were my ultimate blessing.

You begged me to touch your pretty young pussy and now I’m not going to stop until your cum is drippin’ from my fingers like honey.”

I was utterly helpless, held captive by a man with warning labels sewn into the very lining of his soul. And I wanted him so badly, I shook with it.

“You don’t like it when I cry.” “New rule. You’re allowed to cry when I claim you as mine.”

I’d made a deal with the devil, tasted his brand of sin in hell and as the fables always said, once you indulged in the food of the underworld, you were stuck in its depths forever.

Wasn’t your fault, Lou, and even if it was, gotta say, I’d do it again. If I have to kill every single fuckin’ man on this goddamn planet to be with you, Lou, you better believe that I fuckin’ will and I’ll do it with a fuckin’ smile.”

I wanted both. The princess and the sinner.

“Your girl?” the rat bastard finally sniveled, fear sparking so fuckin’ pretty in his eyes. “She told me she was nothin’ to you!” I grinned, flexed and released my fist as I drew closer to ’im and then reared it back as I said, “She’s every fuckin’ thing to me.”

“A beast is just like any other animal… touch them just right, even they purr.”

Little girl, I told you, I’ve seen it all. But until you, didn’t know if any of it was worth it.”

“The first seventeen years of my life, I fasted. I kept my body clean and my spirit pure. Now, I want to feast like a glutton, spread lust on my breakfast toast, shoot violence and sip greed.

Welcome to the dark side, then, little Lou.”

She was done prayin’ at the alter of another man’s church, now she worshipped at my feet and made me feel like my namesake, God of fuckin’ Olympus.

only I’m gonna do it here so when you go back out and break up with that kid, you’ll have my cum inside you.”

“Prettiest mouth I ever saw but even prettier marked from my kiss.”

They were like gargoyles, horrifying at first sight in their ferocity but utterly beautiful up-close, intricate with detail and gruesome because their role as guardians called for them to be so.

“What does a big badass biker man eat for breakfast?” “Virgins,” I deadpanned.

I wanted her to be my religion, the reason the sun rose and fell each day. The reason for my entire fuckin’ existence.

Pour me a whiskey, pass me a smoke and spread those sweet thighs for me whenever I get a hankerin’ for somethin’ sweet.”

“Love you like it’s my religion, little Lou.”

“You lose your moonbeam hair, your bombshell shape and your sexual appetite, I don’t give a fuck. ’Cause I love your soul better than I love anythin’ else and that includes the fan-fuckin-tastic package it comes in. You got me, Lou?”

He cupped his hands around my face and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Love you even when you don’t.”

“A true fallen angel, too bad for heaven, too good for hell, stuck on earth like a living divinity.”

“He said something about God having different paths for everyone and then something about some princesses needing dragons to protect them instead of Prince Charmings to save them.”