Don't Fear the Reaper (Watch Me Burn, #6)

by R.E. Bond

I’d received a gift from the devil. Rage was big on gifts. He was like a Satan version of fucking Santa Claus.

“I’ve loved you since you were six years old. I know I’ve messed up a lot, but please come to me when you’re ready. I won’t survive without you.”

She was the other half to my fucking soul, and I’d be damned if I’d let Axel or Myles fucking keep her.

It was time to get my girl back.

Seems it helped Archer pull his foot out of his ass too, because he’s not being a pushy asshole and he’s trying to be sweet. He knows you want space, but he wants it clear that he’ll burn the world down for you if you need him to,”

“You’re mine, and you always will be. You’re the half that makes me whole and I’d do anything for you. You want me to steal someone’s kid?”

“Let’s get one thing straight, babe. You want to know what I see when I’m looking at you or fucking you?” I asked, her head nodding a fraction. “I see you. That’s it. I see your smile, your blue eyes, your soft hair, and your stunning figure. Nothing could ever stop me thinking about all of that. When I’m with you, you fucking consume me.”

“You’re an asshole. One day, a woman’s going to come along and bring you to your knees, and I hope like hell she fixes the broken parts of you. Whoever she is, I feel fucking sorry for her for having to endure your bullshit,”