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“I don’t scare easily, moiselle.”
A beautiful reminder of the moment I lost my head.
Once I regained my senses, I was already face deep between the girl’s thighs.
And by that, I mean less tortuous to me.
What makes her so different that I’d sell my fucking soul for her right now, if she asked?
This unbearable ache inside of me has a name: Thierry Bergeron. He’s what I desire more than anything.
This man wants me as much as I want him.
Something that makes my stomach flutter.
“And I don’t dream of fucking her.”
“You can fuck me whenever you want.”
“Because all I think about is how badly I want to stick you into a jar and keep you for myself.”
It’s here, in this moment, that a ludicrous thought enters my mind, and I realize what lengths I would go to, to keep her. I would take on the most dangerous cartel in Mexico for this woman.
“A sacrifice. So many wonderful things.”
“To be jealous, one would have to assume that you might eventually stray. You’re not going anywhere. And neither am I.” Brushing away her hair, I bury my face into the
Perhaps Thierry’s darkness has rubbed off on me. Or maybe it was there all along.
Knowing that he was at the safe house that night to rescue that young girl who ultimately shot herself?
“Adolph is Frannie’s father. I am her grandmother.”
“Fear. Men who run cartels are only in power because so many fear them. You strip away their terrifying masks and all you find is flesh and blood, like any other man.
“My father shot at it with a gun. Whether he killed it, or not, I wouldn’t know.”
“Je t'aime, ma ‘tit moiselle.”

