Savage Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #2)

by J. Bree

“Take whatever the hell you want from me, take everything. You want my car too?

I find him standing in front of Matt and Hanna, watching as the log swings on the chains towards them, the length of a semi and weighing more than a freaking elephant. He’s going to die if he doesn’t move. He needs to move, why isn’t he⁠— Atlas catches it with one hand. The wood groans and splinters in parts, bark falling all around him as it comes to an immediate halt.

“It won’t bite, Bond. I won’t either, unless you ask me to.”

I take a breath and remind my bond that men ain’t shit.

“Oh, my girl likes that? You want me to kill everyone who dares to look at you? I will. I’m not a good man, not like the rest of your Bonds. I’m good for you, and fuck the rest of them. If you want blood, Sweetness, I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

We were made from the same dying star, put on this earth to search one another out and bind ourselves to one another for all of eternity.