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Luca grimaces and glances over his shoulder, quietly shutting the door and walking over to me with his hands raised. "It's okay, Odette. I'm not going to hurt you, I'm trying to get backup and to get you out."
Aww Luca
"That man hates me but it doesn't matter. I'm not helping you because we're friends... I try to help whichever of the Jackal's victims I can. It's... a long story and I can't tell you half of it. Just know that I'm trying to get you out."
He would never forget me, I know that the same way I know the sun will rise again in the morning, no matter what happens to me. The sun will rise.
"I'll send help. I don't know if they'll get here in time but... I'll try." Tears start to stream down my face again, gratitude and relief that this man would even try. I have no doubt of what the Jackal would do to him if he found out... I need to keep that information close to my chest for now. Close enough to keep him safe the way he's tried to do for me.
“I’m sending you the coordinates but make sure you come grab me, yeah? You know I'm coming. You know nothing is stopping me from being there and gutting anyone that's touched her."
Fuck yes Lips
I'm not wrong. He comes for me. But he's not expecting what he gets.
I should have known he was leaving a trail of bodies in his wake as I planned my own escape and I did, but to see it… I am the luckiest woman alive, to have the love and loyalty of mon Monstre.
“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.”
"Baby girl, I know every inch of your soul. I know every fucking inch of this body of yours as well but I could be tied to a fucking chair, blindfolded and deaf, and still know what my baby girl needs. It's my job to keep you safe... I failed that, I trusted someone I never fucking should have... that's not going to happen again. I'm getting you the fuck outta the Bay."
He feels like safety, like home and all of the other things I had no reference for before he gave them to me.
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.
I'm brave now. I'm not broken and I won't be frightened by the memories of men who are already dead, their foreheads marked with targets they cannot see but must know somewhere in their souls that the Butcher is coming for them.
I’m not broken, I’m not what they did to me. I can heal and I can love again. I can paint out the horror and tell everything to that man who loves me and nothing about our relationship is broken by it. I can make love and take every inch of pleasure and pain from my beloved and enjoy it fully. I might not be whole, but someday I might be.
He loved me at my worst and most broken. I want to give him my best.
It’s telling me it’s not the last I’ve seen of the Devil. Not for a long shot.
Hehe
He might be the Butcher on the streets, covered in weapons and blood, but here he's just Johnny Illium. Mon Monstre. The man I love.
He takes all of the things I hated about my old life and he breathes new meaning into them.
Then I’ll rip their hearts out with my bare hands, put them in jars to bring home to my girl, and I’ll get rid of their bodies. I think I’ll send them off to the cannibals. That way they’ll get turned into shit exactly like they deserve.”
Haahhaha
There is nothing this man wouldn’t do for me. Not even feeding my enemies to cannibals.
"Lead the way, mon Monstre. I will always follow you."
This lust-fueled roughness in him is my new favorite thing in our relationship.
“Give your man a taste of what you’ve got, baby girl. I want your cum running down my chin before I split you open.”
I want her to have the healing that the process is giving her but fuck, knowing that’s what this is hasn’t made it any fucking easier. I’d take every last drop of her pain for her, bear it all and leave her whole and happy. That’s my fucking mission from here out. Keep her safe. Keep her happy. Keep her in my fucking bed.
To think that there are men out there who buy flowers for their beloved and hope that wins them their love. Mine brings me hearts.
I shoot him in the dick. Correction: I shoot his filthy, rapist, pin-dick right off.
Fuck yes
By the end of the torture and their deaths I have six new hearts in jars and the Unseen have a whole new appreciation for the Butcher of the Bay.
I would kill and die for this man.
