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Hallmark didn’t make ‘sorry your dad was a piece of shit’ cards.
They totally should tho
They were definitely barking up the wrong family tree. Half of his brothers liked dick, two of them didn’t care about gender at all, and August…well, Adam was pretty sure he was a fucking android.
Necessary or not, Noah deserved something good in his life, and that would never be Adam. The least he could do was stay away from him. But when the light turned green, Adam made a left. Fuck.
“Don’t you live in a mansion on the other side of town?” Adam shook his head with a smile. “No, my dad does. I live in a studio apartment on the other side of town.” “And why can’t you go sleep there?” Adam shrugged. “Because you’re not there and I want to be with you.”
“Don’t be. I like your freckles. They were the first thing I noticed about you.” Noah smiled ruefully. “And here I thought it would be the gun in my hand.”
Adam pressed his forehead to Noah’s. “You talk a lot.” Noah flushed. “Sorry, I guess I just get caught u—” Adam kissed him. “It’s the hottest fucking thing ever. Never stop.”
what I want one way, I get it another. I’d rather just hear it from you.” “You sound fucking crazy, you know.” Adam’s face contorted into a look of disbelief. “I am crazy. I kill people. Remember?”
“You’re not fucked up,” Adam said fiercely. “You’re perfect.” “Said the killer,” Noah said with a smirk.
Adam would happily crack this Gary like a fucking glow stick if that was what Noah needed.
He seemed to be this strange mixture of brute force and childlike possessiveness, like Noah was his new favorite toy and he’d smash it before he’d let anybody else play with it. That shouldn’t have been hot…but it was. Noah had never been anybody’s favorite anything.
“Hi,” Adam said, not releasing Noah’s waist.
Adam slid in across from Noah, but his long legs quickly entangled with his beneath the table.
If he didn’t stop saying things like that, Noah was going to do something stupid like fall in love with a murderer.
Noah shook his head. “You could have just said friend?” Adam’s brows furrowed. “But then she might think you’re available.”
“Then, by your own logic, you should do the opposite. And stay. With me.” “This is crazy.” “All the best things are.”
Adam’s arms around him had made him feel…safe. And nothing had ever really made Noah feel safe. Noah had been certain when Adam left that he’d pass the time in the darkened room staring at the shadows on the ceiling. But as soon as he’d buried his face in Adam’s scent, still drunk from his recent orgasm, his consciousness just faded to black.
Those big brown eyes. Those fucking freckles. It's too dangerous out there for you.” “One, I can take care of myself. Two, I’m dating a murderer.
“I will disembowel anybody who so much as messes up your hair.” Noah pretended to swoon. “Who says romance is dead?”
“You want some help?” Avi asked, his jovial personality replaced in an instant by that same lifeless
“Did Calliope have anything helpful to add?” Asa asked, voice droll.
I love how the twins with no hesitation after hearing Noahs story were like "You want our help" RIDE OR DIE RIGHT THERE BBY
unless one counted the two weeks of stalking he’d done post death threat.
Honestly, if I said half the things I think when I look at you, you’d run screaming into the night.”
“I know you’re mine. I know it. Deep down, in that part of my brain that doesn’t care what is right or how society dictates how people choose a mate. I chose you. I want you. Just you. My brain has picked you, and now, I can’t undo it. You’re trapped. With me. For life.”
Noah’s chest ached. Adam had called two people to find out what humans did when other humans were hurting. Was that romantic?
You can bring the blanket and your emotional support vodka.”
Adam in clothes was hot, but Adam naked… His body was art.
Adam didn’t believe in soul mates—was quite certain he didn’t have any soul to speak of—but Noah was it for him.
“This would be a lot easier for me if I could just chain you to my radiator.” “You’re the only person I know who could make a felony sound romantic.” Noah grinned. “And, as previously stated, you have no radiator.”
August just smirked like he was used to people being impressed by him, but Atticus snorted, rolling his eyes. He was clearly tired of people feeling like August’s talent outshined his own. Were all siblings this competitive or just murderous ones?
It made Adam crazy, made him want to do evil things to the people who harmed Noah. Things so depraved most people wouldn’t utter them out loud. “You know I’d fucking tear the world down for you, don’t you?”
Adam tipped Noah’s neck to the side to suck the water from his skin before pressing a kiss to the spot. Calliope cleared her throat. “Keep it in your pants, boys.” “We’re not wearing pants,” Noah pointed out with another breathy sigh.
“I guess not,” Noah muttered. If he lived through this, Adam was never going to let him do anything alone ever again.
That radiator is looking pretty good right now, huh?
“Yet, you’re the one with the gun to his head,” Gary reminded, his voice growing cold. “He’s not the only one.”
*excited screaming*
“Shut up,” Asa said, bored. When Gary didn’t take his advice, Asa picked up a booted foot and upended the chair. “This one’s going to be fun. He looks…juicy.”
They didn’t just like it, they fucking reveled in it. All but Aiden. Aiden was a lot like Adam. More a soldier than a monster.
“You’re going to chew off your own hand like a bear in a trap. If you need a distraction, I have something you can play with,” Adam said, clearly amused with himself. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Archer muttered in Noah’s ear. “Yeah, coms are live. Try not to act like heathens,” Atticus added.
“Fuck this,” August muttered, freeing his phone from his pocket and pulling his com from his ear, replacing it with his earbuds.
“What’s he doing?” Noah asked, his pulse skyrocketing, watching as the others pulled their weapons free.
August pulled two knives free from God knows where, twirling them in his hand like a carnival performer before kicking the door open like a SWAT team, all attendees turning on them, faces slack.
That was when the screaming started.
Noah found himself getting kind of choked up. These men—these deviant, murderous psychopaths—were his family and they were being weirdly supportive.
Noah stood back, watching as the small flame erupted, chasing the trail of gasoline around the building before catching the wood.
Anybody Got any marshmellows?
Noah didn’t know exactly why. Still, he sighed. “I maybe love you.” A wide grin spread across Adam’s face. “I maybe love you, too.”
