Sicko

by Amo Jones

“What’s the matter, Duchess? Gonna finally kiss me now that I’m dying?”

She can’t know. Leaving her is going to cripple me, but I have no choice. Not now. Not ever. And not when it comes to

I’ve always loved the defiance of the ocean. It’s moody, beautiful, and could kill you if you’re not smart enough to handle its currents.

Royce is a nightmare wrapped in a dream, but Wicked is the Devil’s pet.

“One more thing. I have a kink for the color purple.”

“Because one look at both of us and people know it’s only supposed to be us on that road.”

“Because tomorrow’s not guaranteed?” I joke, my eyelids heavy. “Every single day that I’m breathing means your days are guaranteed. Sleep.”

That tight ass doesn’t just have beef with us, she has a whole fucking butchery.”

“But…” He can’t find the words, but his eyes are telling a full-length novel.

Revenge or forgiveness. They’re the two words that sit on either side of the scale, as you decide where you’re going to add your weight. I had thought about this day a lot. I dreamed of it.

almost feel the courage she’s pouring into me. She’s not just my rock, she’s my whole fucking world. I knew that from day one. My life began with her, and it’ll end with her.

will love this man for the rest of my life, and when we both finally die, our souls will

continue to find each other wherever we end up.

Because you can’t fuck ...