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I don’t know why I got tossed into this shit, but they need to take me out of this fucked-up salad of depravity; I don’t belong here. I belong in a salad full of fruits and vegetables. Healthy things that don’t run me off the road and enslave me.
My mouth is only going to get me killed if I let it run wild.
Fuck me, more than anything, I wish this shit were like in the movies where getting blasted by a bomb and proceeding to save the world directly after was possible.
Bitch may be ice fucking cold, but that doesn’t make her immune to my fire.
She has yet to learn that I’ve never been just a man.
Not only am I a threat, I am catastrophic.
He shakes his head, the tiniest of smiles tipping up his lips, understanding precisely what I’m doing. I’m giving him a future. Painting a picture of him surviving and finding happiness, whether he decides to breed mini gremlins or not.
My eyes drift to him, a blank expression on my face. “You don’t want to get in a swordfight with me, Patrick. I promise I’ll win,” I deadpan, glancing down between his legs.
“Well,” she titters, sticking a small Band-Aid on my arm next. It has dinosaurs on it, and all I can do is stare. If I didn’t feel so empty, I’d laugh at how pathetic it looks.
And as much as I’m tempted to throw down with the old fart, I can hardly move.
Honestly same
I’ve always been stupidly brave—to the point where I’ve been more stupid than brave. I’m not going to stop now.
Rage. It’s not appreciated enough. Not studied enough.
I still, going nearly blind with fury at the knowledge that Daya might’ve been taken, too. No one fucks with my girl, and that includes her friends and family.
I fucking love Zade
Men like this, who have lived their lives so selfishly and with no regard for others’ lives, are always the most desperate to live forever.
It’s the people who have no regard for their own life—people like me. We are the ones that are the deadliest.
She’s definitely no Casper the fucking ghost with those monstrosities on her feet.
“Get off me!” I screech, bucking my hips, desperate to dislodge him. So desperate that I’ve become rabid. I will tear the flesh from my bones with my teeth if it means getting out from beneath him. I will do anything—absolutely anything—to escape.
Ugh I love Addie, she is sucha fighter and a bad ass
Zade’s voice whispers in my mind, and my heart clenches painfully. Pick your battles. Be smart. Easier said than fucking done.
“Don’t call me sexy,” I snap, only because he’s right, and I have nothing better to say. “Z gonna kill me for it?” he challenges airily, feigning indifference. Although, that’s not how he sounded when I awoke in that van and overheard Rick and him discussing if the Society will offer them protection from Zade’s wrath. I shrug. “He’s going to kill you anyway, so I guess it doesn’t matter.” He’s quiet, and just when I’m convinced that he’s not going to say anything at all, I hear him whisper under his breath, “I know.”
Stop making me second guess Rio and who he is
How aren’t her teeth rotten from the vile things she spews all day?
“Let’s run some scenarios. What do you do when a man asks you to get on your knees for him?” “Get on my knees,” I answer, my voice hoarse. “And when he tells you to unfasten his pants and take out his cock?” “Do as he says.” She nods, studying me closely. “And then what?” Bite his dick off.
Eventually, I’m going to fucking explode, and I promise I will burn this entire goddamn house down with me.
He doesn’t have any weapons on him, only his laptop. I’m tempted to hand him one, but I’m pretty confident he’d do more damage hitting someone upside the head with his computer rather than firing off a gun he has no idea how to use.
“Don’t tell me not to smoke, and don’t ask me if I’m okay,”
“Seriously, dude? You’re smoking while burning down a building?
I told my mouse I would stop littering, but something tells me she wouldn’t mind just this once.
I shoot Jay a look, but he ignores me. I’m scarier than Tony the Tiger, and he knows it.
That’s such a good girl, little mouse. Open that pretty mouth and taste me… You’ve been naughty, mouse. You like it when I punish you, don’t you? I could eat you for days, and it would never be enough… Fuck, baby, I’m so fucking addicted…
A butterfly could flutter by, and my dress would fly up like it’s allergic to the winged creature. If I pass gas, it’s over.
God? I need you right now. I need you to bestow whatever voodoo shit you got up your sleeve, so I don't fucking murder this man.
What the fuck does he expect me to say to that? Yes, pedo master, I would forget all about Zade and only think of you and your small, puny cock. Fuck out of here, dickhead.
Someone’s daughter died today. And all I can hope is that whoever loved her, will forgive me for being the one to take her from them.
It will never be said aloud, but I think we both find solace in one another.
He’s a god-fearing man, but I’m confident the devil will take good care of him.
She smiles and shakes her head no. “I have enough blood on my hands.” Funny, I feel the opposite. I’ll never have enough on mine.
They’ll have to lock me in a submarine in the middle of the goddamn ocean to keep me away from Zade.
I point at her, and croak, “I killed her.”
Said Johnny Cakes
If the fucker says I’m hovering again, I’ll steal his pet and drop her off somewhere random just to inconvenience him. Asshole is fucking blessed to have me so close.
Fuck. “Jillian?” “Yeah?” “I’m going to murder so many fucking people for you.”
I’m coming home with my little mouse tonight. And then? We’re going to burn down the world together.
Piece by piece, we both crumble, the chips falling around us in a waterfall of anguish. And I just know that when Zade picks up our scattered pieces and stitches us back together, we’ll be forever entwined.
I glance over my shoulder and spot Zade a few feet behind; his eyes laser-focused on me as if he’s convinced I’ll disappear if he looks away for even a second.
I’m safe now. Yet it still feels like I’m in Hell.
She’s breathing, but she’s not living.
Helplessness is a feeling I’ve become intimate with.
I can’t save every girl, but I’ll be damned if I can’t save Addie, even if it’s from herself.
“Forever and always, baby,” I murmur, shooting her a roguish grin. It feels like my heart explodes when she offers a small smile in return.
She snorts dryly. “People-ing sounds exhausting.
A-fucking-men
And speaking of exhausting tasks… I need to shower,” she admits, wrinkling her nose. “You do stink,” I say, my grin widening when she shoots me a glare.
“You’re supposed to say I smell like flowers.” “Baby, there are flowers out there that smell like straight ass. So sure, you smell like those flowers.”
