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Will grabbed the picture off the table and joked, “Well, I’ll marry her.”
“I’d rather lick an ice cream cone of razor blades,” I gritted out.
I like this response, will never have to use it but will add to my arsenal.
“Oh, yes, he did.” His eyes narrowed on me. “And you liked it. All you sluts like it. You’re going to let him take you away from me. You’re going to screw me over, and if you do, I will kill you. Do you hear me? I will fucking kill you.”
“You can’t take him away from me,” he said in a low voice. “And he can’t take you away from me, either. You understand?”
Go to therapy Damon ffs
“A cemetery,” I say. “That’s how I’d get rid of a dead body.”
He looks up at me again, his eyes narrow, and I lift my chin, shrugging. “I’d find a freshly covered grave. That way they wouldn’t be able to tell it was re-dug. Put another body in there and cover it back up. That’s what I’d do.”
And eight days later, he shows up on my mother’s doorstep. He hands her nine thousand four hundred sixty-two dollars, a Rolex, and some emerald earrings. And he takes me home with him.
He literally bought his sister and rehoused her with himself. A true Samaritan.
“You mean you like that they don’t have anyone to compare you to,” I said, “so they can’t tell how bad you are at it.”
Tenderfoot was still probably pissed about yesterday at the hotel.
Idk what that means but it’s funny.
My brother taught me that men would only use me and hurt me, and from what I’d seen so far in this life, he was damn right.
Well he was right because that’s what HE does.
“When we’re young, we are who we are out of necessity—we are who we’re taught to be. With freedom, though, comes the liberty to broaden our horizons. When we only have ourselves to answer to,”
“This means nothing,” I mumbled, still snuggling into his body. His chest shook under my head. “Absolutely nothing. I promise.”
Liar.
Damon had made me so self-conscious, like if I showed an ankle, men would pounce like wolves.
Lmao Damon wants to be Muslim so bad.
“I sometimes feel possessive of Rika Fane like that, too,” he said, turning his gaze on me. “Although she’s not my sister.”
Yes Michael, we are acutely aware.
“Model father, that one.” He squeezed the backs of my thighs. “I think you’ll actually be safer with me.”
Really Michael? Really? After you basically SA’d her?
“No matter how you cover yourself, it’s never enough. You’re beautiful.”
Weirdly sweet. Okay Kai.
Her lips slowly curved into a half smile. “Yeah, you didn’t see that coming, did you?”
Um. Girl. I thought you were in PAIN??
People will think what they want to think, not because they believe they are right, but because it’s in their nature to maintain that they are. By defending yourself, you feed the appetite for drama. By not, you’ve ended the conversation. You. Not them.
Hmm. Okay Damon is unfortunately a case study into being human.
“I can take anything you got!” “I’m sure! In both ends, I hear!”
This was so mean but LMAOOOO
“You make me feel driven. You make me hungry and on fire and wanting to slow down time instead of wanting to rush through it. It’s you I look for when I walk in the doors in the morning. Not her. You.”
Why are you sweet Kai? Your inner thoughts are a little sinister but you’re saying the right words I guess.
“I love you guys,” Michael said, “but are you fucking dense? You’re my friends. She is everything. Maybe someday you’ll know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
Proud of Michael for standing up for his girl like this.
“Rika is my earliest memory, and I’ve loved her forever. The sun rises with her. It always has. And everything we do, we do together. Everything.”
Yeah including your friends. I jest - my Shayla
“And don’t forget your masks.” “Why?” Will shot out. “Because it’s Devil’s Night.”
“Blood is the tie that binds. The knot in your soul that says no matter where you go or what you do, there’s someone in this godforsaken, shithole hell of a world you’re forever connected to.” “Where are—” “It can be a curse,” he continued. “A burden. But it can also be your heartbeat. Your center, your purpose, your belonging . . .” He let out a breath, slowing down. “I’ve fucked up, I’ve lied, I’ve nearly torn myself apart in front of her, but she understands that that’s what family is about. Family is what life gives you to help you endure. Their place is by your side, no matter how much it
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And then he leaned into her right ear, and she reared back but then stilled as if listening. I couldn’t see his mouth, but his jaw appeared to be moving. And she wasn’t pushing him away. Was he whispering to her? I watched her eyes, pinched together in fury, sharpen, and then, all of a sudden, her chest caved as her body froze. Her gaze fell, and she just stood there like she couldn’t move. Damon straightened back up and looked down at her, releasing her. “Fuck the world, Rika. You’re welcome.”
“Hey, man.” Damon’s tone turned gentler. “Missed you.” I assumed he was talking to Will, who, for once in his life, didn’t look happy.
MY SHAYLA
Damon wasn’t fighting back. He just squeezed his eyes shut, blood streaming out of his nose and down his face as Will attacked him again and again. “When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.” His voice shook as he grunted. “Fuck it all, and fuck you.”
Blood matted Damon’s hair, trickling down his face with the rain. He gripped Will’s shirt and buried his head, trying to shield himself but not trying to stop it. He knew he deserved this.
“Did you ever love me?” I asked. He slowly approached me, staring hard. “Love is pain, Nik,” he told me. “It’s never felt good.” “Not even my love?” He dropped his eyes, shaking his head. “I don’t want to hurt you. Anymore,” he added. “That’s all I know.”
