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This book is dedicated to anyone who has had to show their mean side. Don’t ever feel guilty for protecting what is yours. “Sometimes, being too nice is dangerous. You have to show your mean side once in a while to avoid getting hurt.” ~ unknown
“Jesse, just the girl I was looking for. Your daddy sent me to give you a message. He wants you to know that he’s real sorry for what happened to your grandparents, and he’ll be coming for you soon.”
The good news is Renee now cooks our meals every day. The bad news is I’m positive bad things don’t only come in threes.
I like Raffe, he makes my heart flutter like there’s a little butterfly in it every time he comes in. He’s beautiful. I don’t know how to describe him. He’s a cross between a Disney movie and a grunge film.
Maybe he should have come before mama overdosed. Before grandma and grandpa died. Before Rick. Before Father Gabriel. Before Trap County. Before I became a mean girl who doesn’t need a daddy. I don’t need anyone. No. Fucking. One.
didn’t protect what was mine,” she says with so much sadness and despair it wedges a thorn into my heart. I can feel the blood slowly trickling out around it.
“You’re not giving up are you?” I ask, still gripping her hair tightly in my fist. “No.” She pauses, and I see a fire ignite in her eyes. “I’m going to kill them.” I give her a wicked smile. “No, we are going to kill them.”
He should be listed as one of the great pieces of dark art. He’s an exquisite blend of black ink and man.
If you don’t like the way the situation looks then change the
way you look at it. I shift my focus back to Dear. Old. Dad.
When I look back, I register the hurt on his face. That’s fine. He’s hurt me more than anyone. He knew about me and for some reason he chose not to come find me. Not until now. Not until every last piece of my soul had been broken.
That girl is as stubborn as I am. When she refused to ride on my bike, it crushed me. That hurt worse than any punch or bullet I’ve ever taken.
He is all the dark and dirty things you know you shouldn’t want but yet you do.
Tate and I have become friends. I guess you could say he replaced William after he and Penny hooked up. I trust him. He watches my back, knowing the drug world is not where my strengths lie.
Demons, religious relics, skulls… death. I hold my arms out in front of me, studying my black ink, then I look back to the walls. A dark story. Mine’s on my body. Hers is here.
When the light flips on in the dining room, a man gasps loudly and begins to chant a prayer under his breath. “Good idea,” Jesse says smoothly. “But I hate to tell you, prayers don’t work. Bad things happen no matter how much you pray for them not to.”
They don’t see you at all,” Raffe says. They don’t see me at all.
“All seven ranking officers and one prospect,” she says quietly. Raffe and I both snap our attention to Jesse. Darkness whips across the floor like a deadly serpent. It wraps itself around my ankles, infiltrating me with a hate I’ve never felt before. The entire fucking club will burn. Mark my fucking words.
The florescent light above us reflects a crown of blue over her jet-black hair. A queen I tell you. She has a resilient spirit to match my own. Eat or be eaten. There is no other way.
Jesse is a badass no doubt. She has Skull blood pumping through her veins but deep down, a curious little girl still exists.
Quietly, in the middle of nature I float, not fall, in love with the kindest, strongest creature I’ve ever met. Jesse Miller came into my life, taking nothing from me, asking for naught but in this moment she has given me everything.”
The roar of a bike brings me back from the quiet place I’ve been floating in, in the safety of Raffe’s arms.
He smiles. “You were made for me, Jesse. The only woman in the world who is worthy of standing by my side. I knew it the minute you fell out of Dan’s window.”
I ask, puzzled how we’re all supposed to fit. I want them both. I know it’s strange… taboo. But my heart wants them both.
We wait because it’s the right thing to do. You deserve to be waited for…. no one else has done that for you, Jesse. I’m not just going to take from you. I’m going to woo you Jesse Miller.”
Scary tattoo man is mine. Finally, mine. When I was a girl, I thought I wanted to be like him. But maybe what I really wanted was simply for him to be mine.
