The Butcher of the Bay: Part II (Mounts Bay Saga #2)

by J. Bree

I tip my head back and thank every fucking god, deity, spirit, star sign, and fucking moon I can think of for this kid.

I’m not letting any of it touch her.

"Wanna make it a little more fun, kid? Highest count buys the first round when we're done."

"I'm very glad you and Lips taught me so well, mon Monstre, but I'm happy to leave the deaths to you from now on."

"You mean a lot to me too, Odie. That asshole is alright as well, I guess, but he'd be better if he didn't run his mouth."

“Listen here. This friendship of ours? It’s a ride or die situation. I had the same thing with D’Ardo but he fucking betrayed that. I know you won’t. You’re a good kid, a good friend, and I’m all fucking in. You need something? You call me. I’ll answer, no matter what and I’ll throw down for you even if you’re facing all of the fucking Bay. That’s how this is going to go.”

That fucking kid, one in a fucking million.

looking at me like I hung the moon for her. I mean, I did. I hung all the fucking stars in the sky for this girl and I'd do it all over again just for her to keep smiling at me like that.

“Baby girl, if you’re here in my bed, in love and of your own free will, you’re already fucking insane and fuck am I glad about it.”

I need both of my girls safe. The woman I love and the kid who might just be the closest thing to blood I'll ever have.

He loved me at my worst and most broken. I want to give him my best.

“No problem, kid. You’re family to me and my girl now. You need me, I’ll be there. No matter what. Promise me you’ll call.”

"No one is normal, baby girl. Everyone has skeletons in their closets. Everyone has deep secret needs, things they don't talk about at the dinner table.

I don’t speak perverted, virgin who lives in basements so you’ll have to fucking translate…

I’ve always known true power is being about to look at that goddamn throne and have the power to kill anyone on it but never take it for yourself.