The Sinner (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #18)

by J.R. Ward

“You mind if I clean this mess of the Omega’s up, or do you just want to stand here arguing the obvious while our sinuses melt and the rain sinks into all that cashmere you’re wearing.” Muttering under his breath, Butch brushed at the shoulders of his Tom Ford. “It is so unfair that you know my triggers.”

“You know, I think I’m going to go keto.” “As opposed to what?” Syphon asked. “Atkins.” “What’s the difference? “One you eat meat, and the other… you eat meat.” “Wow, look at you making the hard decisions.” “Don’t make me take my eyeball out and throw it at you.” As they all went groooosssss, Syn caught Balz’s arm and pulled him back.

I mean, if we disagree, we don’t get angry. We both just want to figure out a compromise so we can get rid of the tension.”

So if the person who’s sucking on that red square of vomit-inducing nasty doesn’t spit it the fuck out now, I’m going to make sure I throw up in their lap.” Pause. Longer pause. And then Zypher cursed, turned his head… and spit the candy right out— Onto the window he’d just put up. Where it stuck like a Post-it Note. As everyone in the van fell into a chorus of Ewwwwwwws, the bastard picked the thing off, put down the window, and flicked it out into the bushes.