King (King, #1)

by T.M. Frazier

Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.”

“Love is what you would do for the other person, not what you do in general.

‘I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it all over again.’

I’d found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn’t find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.

I realized what Preppy had done. He was the kind of guy who couldn’t bear the thought of us crying over him, so he did what Preppy always did. He made us laugh.

King was a bad guy, but he was my bad guy. He was more than that. He was my world. My heart. These people may have known who I was before, but I knew who I was now, and the two versions of me were going to have to figure out how to merge before I uprooted what I had with King in search of something unknown.