Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

I arch a brow, unimpressed with his threat. “Even with a chainsaw, it takes time to cut through a tree trunk. You’ll be dead before you get that far.”

“Good,” I mutter before gripping Patrick’s head and snapping it to the side, breaking his neck and killing him instantly. “That’s for my grandma, dick.” “Bro, none of your grandparents are still alive.”

You can throw glitter on a snake, but the bitch still bites.

“Come on, baby, that’s not what you were calling me when you were screa—” “Shut up, or I’ll start screaming other men’s names and I promise I don’t need your dick anywhere near me to do it.” Challenge sparks in his eyes, signaling that this conversation is quickly taking a nosedive. “You really want to cause mass extinction for those names? Moan them, little mouse, I dare you. Whichever ones you choose, not a single man by that name will fucking exist anymore. How about we start with Chad? We can definitely live without the Chads in the world.”

“What you’ve forgotten is that the heart beating inside your chest isn’t fucking yours,” he snarls. “It’s mine. And if my heart has stopped working, then pull that trigger, little mouse. Kill the rest of me. I’m nothing if I’m not the reason you breathe.”

Like I was put together wrong before, and now that I’ve shattered, those pieces were stitched back together the correct way.

I was wrong. Heaven isn’t a place you go to when you die, it’s inside the person that’s worth dying for.