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mahogany
Phoenix offers me a sultry grin, reaching out to run his thumb over my bottom lip. I resist the urge to stick my tongue out and lick it.
She’s broken in a way that is plain as day to me, calling out to my own greedy demons. I’ve always loved breaking things, and she’s teetering on the edge of destruction. I want nothing more than to shove her off the precipice and follow her all the way down to the depths of Hell.
“Nobody is all good, Brooke. We’re all somewhere on the spectrum of morality, dabbling in shades of grey. There’s no such thing as good and bad. Not really.”
When I was playing the good guy, she stubbornly pushed me away. But now that I’ve owned my mistakes and shared my darkness with her? She’s cuddling up like a goddamn puppy and bathing in the grief.
Then there’s Hudson. His hand is pressed to his abdomen, but he doesn’t even look phased by the bleeding injuries I inflicted. His attention is focused on me as I’m taken away, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and pity. I hate them. I hate them all. I hope my death kills them.
It’s those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.
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I will keep this family together, one way or another. If Brooklyn wants to screw with my guys, then there isn’t going to be any special treatment. We’re a fucking family, and families share.
“Nothing about this place is real, Brooklyn. Don’t you see that yet? It’s all just…” He pauses, grinning and searching for the right word. “An illusion.”
