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"I want you in my bed, Riot Girl. Every fucking day. I want to wake up to you and touch you and I want to carve my fucking name into your soul. I want to be the man you turn to for help." My breath escapes me in a rush at that proclamation. "Now, please … tell me who I have to kill to get you to come back to me."
Wicked Dark Heathens (Sick Boys, #4)
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