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

by J. Bree

to take me away as if mon Monstre would just forget about me. 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.

Growing a conscience is fucking wild, man.

"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."

“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.”

The smile she gives back to me has me growing ten fucking feet taller. She's just been through another fucking round of hell and yet she's all soft and 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.

He feels like safety, like home and all of the other things I had no reference for before he gave them to me.

“I think you’re underestimating me, mon Monstre. There is nothing I want more than to have that knowledge. How else will I carve their hearts out of their chests?”

“I’m bringing you their hearts, baby girl. That’s my job as your man and just as soon as your head is healed up I’ll be working night and day to bring them to you. Nothing else matters to me right now. Just you and the hearts of the men that hurt you.”

“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.”

Our bond is unbreakable, full or respect and trust, and most of all I know that his love for me would move mountains. My love for him would do the same.

There’s lingerie in here too but I’ve got that under control.” I look up to find Illi with a basket already overflowing with lace.

I decide to fuck with him, just for fun and because my day hasn’t been the best. “I saw the Devil last week. Seems like a decent enough guy.” If by decent I mean a fucking deranged psychopath that I’m going to steer fucking clear of just as best as I can.

“When you get back to those paintings of yours, I don’t want you thinking about what those men did to you. You’re stronger than that, baby girl. I want you thinking about what I’m going to be doing to them. This is how I’m going to get their hearts out.

Now I don’t have a mansion to pay for I can splash out a little more on the important things… like revenge killings and blood for my girl.

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.

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.

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.

“Hearts for his woman. Sounds fucking poetic to me. Didn’t know you were the type.” Says Harbin. I enjoy the bloodcurdling terror in the Vulture’s eyes as I lift the cleaver, ready to smash through his rib cage. “What can I say, I’m a fucking romantic.”