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“I don't have friends either. I want one, and I want one as fierce as you.”
how can I trust this girl that looks like an angel but is really a crossroads demon,
I want a mobster’s son with the face of an angel and the rap sheet of a street kid. I want the singer with a soft heart wrapped in barbs and trip wires of devastating wit to keep it safe. I want the billionaire’s unwanted son with eyes of ice and an endless love for his sister.
Again, I adore this girl so fiercely I wish I were a lesbian and I could lock this shit down. Alas, I like dick.
I lean forward and whisper, “You may have tied his hands but you haven’t tied mine. Push me and I’ll show you that being a Beaumont only gets you so far in this world.”
“I hear drinking the blood of your enemies helps with PMS. I’ll ask Ash to bring us a gallon.”
It's only in the black light that you can see the ink that covers me. The skeletal structure I've had tattooed to my skin, the jaw opening wide etched in my cheeks with vicious teeth. Every inch of my body is covered in the whorls and arches that imitate the pelt. The black light shows that underneath the human facade I wear the truth of who I am. The Wolf.
You know that old saying ‘when it rains, it pours’? Well, some bastard was out there with a fire hose aimed right the fuck at me.
My life during 2020.
“Secret girls’ business,” says Avery in her most innocent voice. He rolls his eyes at her. “With the two of you that could be anything from pairing the correct shoes with an outfit to plotting the murder of a filthy-rich senator for your own gain.”
“I'm weird. I wear guys’ shirts and sweaters with booty shorts and skirts. I listen to the same three albums on repeat. I like French toast, coffee, and cherry anything. I don't function my birthday or Christmas. I can kill a grown man eight different ways with nothing but my bare hands. I’m never going to be normal.”
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“I won't get out of bed before the coffee machine is on. I hate blues music and listen to Vanth as religiously as you do. I run track because it makes me feel like I'm dying and sometimes I need to feel like that. I miss my mom and I hate my father. My brother is trying to kill me and my father is taking bets on how long it’ll take him to succeed. Finding Joey standing over Avery's lifeless body broke something in me that I don't think I'll ever be able to fix. I’m a bigger monster than you because I don't give a fuck who you've killed or why you did it. In fact, from here on out I’m helping
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Ash
“I don't want boring old diamonds. I want priceless, blood-soaked, favor diamonds.”
both burgers. Harley ducks out to the car to grab his bags and
Harley scoffs and whispers in my ear, “Stop looking at her like you want to fuck her; you’ll give us all a complex.” I quirk an eyebrow at him. “If we both swung that way, we’d be fucking married by now. I would have wifed her ass last year.”
Avery is the only one still watching her, and I know exactly what’s going through her mind. Assess. Plan. Destroy.
It goes so far beyond having my heart. Hearts can be broken, torn out, fucking burned. Harley owns a part of my soul and, if he wanted to, he could destroy me in ways Matteo never fucking could. They all do, Aves.
Whatever it takes, to the end.”
I don’t want to kill him anymore so that counts as liking him, right?”
There’s no chance of redemption. There’s no tortured hero buried underneath the controlling, obsessive psycho, there’s just an egotistical maniac who is throwing a temper tantrum over not getting his own way.
