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What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash!? I’ll tell you what you get… YOU GET WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE
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We are the soldiers of anarchy. The voice of a forgotten generation. We will be heard. And you will fucking listen.
This was our town. We kept it clean. And he was filth that didn’t belong. Filth that needed taking care of. For tonight, we were his judge, his jury, and his mother fucking executioners.
“Let’s go and watch their misery, twist the knife even more. Fuck being human. Compassion is highly overrated.”
It made me realise that no one else was going to touch this girl. Not now. Not until I’d taken what I wanted. She was mine.
“My weapon,” Olivia responded, twirling her hair around her finger. “If you must know is six inches of Louboutin.” “Come again?” Colton answered, bending over and covering his mouth to stifle his laugh. “Who’s Lou Bootan? And why is his dick only six inches? That’s nothing to boast about, sweetheart.” “She meant her heels, you idiot,” Devon spat back, probably giving the same eye roll that I was.
“He likes to protect what’s his,” Colton said without a hint of humour in his voice. He might be a joker, but he knew when to turn it off. He also knew that this wasn’t just any girl stood in front of us. She was something else entirely. “I’m not his,” Olivia spoke softly, and it surprised me that she didn’t shout it with more venom. Everything else she’d said tonight had been delivered with maximum impact. “You will be,”
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She wasn’t a distraction, and to call her one was an insult. She was everything, and she would be my everything, whether she liked it or not. My interest in Olivia Cooper had just moved to a whole other level.
She was my new obsession. She was mine, and I couldn’t wait to claim her.
She’d better fucking think of me, because if I found out there was anyone else…
“You two are the most important things in the world to me. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if he goes against me, as long as he’s always guarding you.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, I didn’t need to turn and look. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your sweetheart,” I snapped. “No, you aren’t. You’re my Olivia.”
Karma would do that job when she was older and wondering why her children never took the time to visit her. You get out what you put in in this life, after all.
“I didn’t realise you’d be so jumpy.” I huffed out a laugh at his naivety. “Of course you wouldn’t. You’re a stalker and you kill people for a living. Why would you ever feel jumpy?” “I’m not a stalker,” he reprimanded, but there was no malice in his tone. “So what would you call this then?” “Long distance admiration.
“If that was the beginner’s level, I can’t wait to see what comes next,”
“Fine. I’ll give you two minutes. And you can tell that pasty fucker out there to keep his hands to himself. No one touches my girl.”
“Just one more thing,” I said as I held the handle to the main door out of here and gave him a pointed stare. “If you ever question my loyalty again, you’ll be the one getting on your knees, proving to me who you belong to. I’m not a cheat and I never will be.”
“You’re fucking perfect, Olivia Cooper.” “And you’re fucking mine, Adam Noble.”
“Don’t ever stop loving me, Adam Noble, because I swear to God, if you do, I’ll make your stalking look like child’s play. You’re my whole fucking world. I hope you know that.”
