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I fucked. I fought. I partied. I got wasted. I stole. I fucked. I tattooed. I sold dope. I sold guns. I stole. I fucked. I made fucking money. And I fucked.
“You think you can take care of me, little pup?
when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.”
He may have been the devil, but his body was sculpted like a god.
“You looked so fucking cute sitting there concentrating.”
“I’m only sorry I didn’t kill that bitch myself.”
The man who I’d started out believing was a monster was capable of love.
“Because I want you to know that none of those motherfuckers ever scared me as much as you do.”
“Your lips are so fucking sexy. I’ve imagined them wrapped around my cock a thousand times.”
We get this one life. ONE. And we spend too much time doing shit we don’t want to do.
I’d fallen for it. His words. His body. I’d fallen for him.
‘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.
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.
