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“We don’t have time for you two to be fucking flirting, are you dying Beaumont or are you killing O’Cronin?”
These past few years of fighting to be together and alive and whole really was like a boulder sitting on our chests and now we’re free. Except I don’t really feel free. I feel lost and tired and traumatized.
“Ash isn’t the only one who breathes for you, Floss. I’d level fucking cities for you, any of us would. If you need some quiet then it’s yours, just… just don’t drown in it.”
“Good. There’s no point going out if you’re not ruining someone’s life.”
I wish I wanted to act my age for a minute but really I just want to stay home and plan out how to take control of the Bay completely.
Loving Atticus Crawford is so ingrained in me that it’s now instinctual. I think I could give up breathing easier than giving him up and, though he refuses to do anything about it, I know he feels the same way.
Why is everyone I’m surrounded by in love and happy and complete while I’m desperately trying to scrap together the pieces of myself so I can just exist in peace?
At some point they’re all going to have to change their view of me from the spoiled little rich girl to the woman I really am. The one who will stop at nothing to get what I want.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to look at Johnny Illium and see anything other than the fiercely protective family man who will throw down for his people without hesitation.
I will salt the Earth. I will burn the entire department down to the ground and build something back up in it’s ashes that belongs entirely to me. For the first time in months I feel purpose again. My job is to stop this shit from happening to us.
It does mean a lot to me that he’d even crack those jokes with me though, that there was even the possibility that I could kill the infamous Butcher. If anyone could kill him it would be me.
My phone buzzes with a text from Aodhan and the butterflies start a riot in my stomach. I can’t wait to strip that dress off of you when you get back.
I will never cry in front of this man again. “I don’t want a man who will give me up the second things get hard. My life has been nothing but difficult so far, Crow. I don’t expect that to change anytime soon and I only accept people who would kill for me. Every member of my family would bleed and shed blood for me… you’ve only ever proven you’d leave me for my own good. That’s not what I want.”
That’s not what I want anymore. I do want him… but I’m not going to give up Aodhan for him. I’m not going to stop being who I am just to have him. I want more than that.
Stop hurting yourself over some motherfucker who doesn’t deserve you and don’t worry about something as stupid as me leaving. You think I don’t know you love him? You think that shit will scare me off? Queenie, nothing affects you and me except you and me. He’s not going to ruin this for us, get that through that gorgeous head of yours.”
“I have my uncle chained to a chair in the shipping container. I can kill him for you or you can do it for yourself, either way he dies today for what he did to you.”
The integrity and loyalty in Avery Beaumont is second to none and I don’t know what the hell I did to get her attention but I’ll do fucking anything to keep it.
“Maybe I want rough. Maybe I want you to need me so badly you forget to treat me right.”
“You want rough because you think if I’m treating you right that I’m coddling you which I’m definitely not. You’re Avery Beaumont, Queen of the Bay and the Wolf’s most trusted friend. I’m treating you like the best fucking thing that ever happened to me because you are. Now climb that perfect ass of yours up onto that bad and spread you legs, show me what I want dripping down my chin.”
He came for me when he didn’t have to. He wanted to die for me, not once has he blamed me for any of the choices I’ve been forced to make and every step of the way he’s trusted me to make the right moves against our enemies. He’s protected me without locking me in a tower and throwing away the key.
“You have a gun and a knife and I know I’ve taught you how to kill any asshole that tries to touch you. Illi is your backup. Aodhan too now, I guess. You’re not some weak damsel in distress, I wouldn’t have left you if I didn’t think you could hold your own. If Atticus starts making you feel weak then stab him, I’m fucking done with him making you feel this way.”
Instead, I’m looking at my family. Ash, Harley, Blaise, Illi, and Odie are only the beginning. The entire O’Cronin clan is there and every last one of the Graves siblings. He even has a photo of Nate. In the center is a photo of Lips from school, a grin on her face and her eyes crossed out with blood.