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His soul called to me. I wonder what his name is.
The shit I’ve done… The things I’ve seen… The people I’ve hurt… My hands are dirty. My soul is black. My heart is a shriveled mass in my chest. You’re so clean, Keira. So fucking clean, and I’m so dirty. So unworthy. You’re the kind of woman a man should worship. That he should get on his hands and fucking knees to serve. In my world, men don’t do that. But you deserve it. You deserve everything, and everything isn’t something I’m able to offer. For you, I’d try, but I don’t think you’ll ever notice me. Maybe that’s for the best.
It was a thin, silver obelisk, engraved with words that made a liar out of him. Love looks not with the eyes. This wasn’t something you ‘found.’ This was something you had engraved.
"I want you to look at me like that all the time."
"Then you can have me. All of me, baby girl."
🥰😋🥰😋
But that was Asher. He was unforgettable. Intoxicating. Beautiful. Inside and out.
Even if he was my darn soul mate, that didn’t mean we were meant to be together. Soul mates didn’t get a free pass. They had to earn it. Personally, I needed self-respect more than I needed him to lie beside me in bed.
The Storm that made me pine for him in the worst way. He’d been Asher.
I can be honest with you. I just... I guess I wanted some peace. I find some of my own when I look at you.
That was when things had started to go wrong, when it had begun to resonate that angels didn’t mate with demons for a reason…
"If we don’t, it’s because your mom’s a wise woman. I hope that, if one day, a guy treats you like I treated her, that you leave his sorry ass."
Too good to feel ashamed when he worshipped me like I was a pagan goddess instead of an angel.
Course not. Dumbfucks couldn’t organize a party in a nightclub."
Storm. My temper. My fists. My rage.
"I’m just a woman. I’m not perfect, I make mistakes. I don’t have wings. I don’t pretend to be holier than thou. That’s not who I am. You put that label on me. You did. Nobody else. I’m flesh and blood."
"You are perfection," I rasped. "You are everything that is beautiful in this world. You are a goddess,"
"I’m not a goddess. I’m not perfect. I’m not everything that’s beautiful in this world," she replied miserably. "I was a stupid girl who gave everything up for a man who fucked his way through a soccer team of clubwhores rather than be with his wife, a stay-at-home mom who somehow messed everything up so bad that her daughter willingly got into a pedophile’s car—"
The day you tossed me out on my ass was a day you made me proud of you, baby girl. I was so, so proud.
"I only ever wanted you," she cried out, and this time, she started sobbing. "Why didn’t you want me enough? Why?" When her fist pounded on my chest, I let her. "Why did you have to break us apart? Why couldn’t you have just come to me? I would always have been there. Always."
if I was Storm’s angel, then he was my devil. My temptation. A blessing and a curse. Who dared me to be bad. Who allowed me to be free.
"We all fuck up," I told him softly. "It’s how we fix our mistakes that defines us."
And prayed that, if there really was a God, he delivered Bear into Rene’s arms.
It wasn’t like I had to call an ambulance or anything. Right?
"What’s your name? Or do you only answer to Prince Charming?"
"I’m no one’s idea of Prince Charming." "You saved me tonight,"
You’ll always be mine; you’ll just never know it.
"I’ve never been good enough to touch you. Of course, my hands are filthy."
"I loved you as you became Cyan’s mom—a woman who made sure the house was clean, who watched over our daughter, who protected her, cherished her. But I fell for the woman who smiled at a dirty biker like he wasn’t scum."
"You’re as dumb as I was warned."
What a line
"Although, looks like you’ve got an Old Lady who’ll ride into war with you now." His brow arched. "Color me impressed."
Damn right
I didn’t make love to her, didn’t kiss and cherish, I fucking worshipped her.
One thing I wouldn’t forget? The day my wife graduated as my Old Lady for real.
"What’s our rule?"
"Whatever I want, I can have." "That hasn’t changed, Keira."
"You smell divine, Keira. You smell like mine."
"You ever fuck up so badly that nothing you do can make it right again?" "We all fuck up," I told him quietly. "It’s how we fix our mistakes that defines us."
Men—I needed men. Guns—I needed guns. Blood—I needed to shed it.
"He was a puppy," she growled. "A baby. Why do people think they can hurt babies? Why?"
"I need you not to die, Asher. I need you to stay with me for a very long time—"
"I don’t know, Cyan. I don’t know, but we can hope so, can’t we? And if not, well, my dad and mom probably need a pet in heaven. So they’d look after him for you."
😢😢😢😢😢
In the storm that was life, we’d be each other’s life rafts.
"Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?"
"How many, baby girl?"
Until I knew I had only one choice—to burn in those flames and to be reborn as the woman he craved. The wife he wanted. And the Old Lady he needed.
Instead of sending me to hell, she'd brought me to heaven.
There was no Storm without his Keira.
