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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
We are the soldiers of anarchy. The voice of a forgotten generation. We will be heard. And you will fucking listen.
“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.
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.
“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.”
“You’re fucking perfect, Olivia Cooper.” “And you’re fucking mine, Adam Noble.”
