Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)

by Eva Ashwood

To morally gray book boyfriends. Thank you for raising our standards from “oh, flowers and chocolates are nice” to “bring me the heads of my enemies.”

You’re fucking wrong if you think that. You’re not ruined. You’re strong as hell. You’re a queen, with four men who would all get

on our knees for you. We wouldn’t want you so damn bad if you weren’t steel all the way through, baby girl. You’re not. Fucking. Ruined.”

It’s chaos and violence, the most bright, wild, and beautiful thing there is. Then I look over at River, standing just a little ways away from me. I look at her blue eyes, shining in the firelight, and I have to admit I was wrong. That’s the most beautiful, wild thing there is.

Her sass and quick mouth were things that bothered me about her in the first place, but they’ve become my favorite things about her over time. She’s been through more shit than anyone should ever have to handle, and yet she’s still got a fire inside her. I never want to let it go out.

I truly am a selfish bastard. Because I’d rather die than live in a world without you in it.” He holds his gun out, handing it to me, but I just stare at it, mute and in shock. When I don’t take it, Gage grabs my hand and wraps my fingers around the barrel, holding them in place with his own hand. He shifts my grip and my aim so that the gun is pointed right at him, and I hear the other Kings shift around me, shock radiating from them as they realize what Gage is about to do at the same time I do. But he doesn’t give them time to stop him. With a sad little smile, he leans in and kisses me lightly, just a brush of his lips, like saying goodbye. Then he presses his finger against mine, pulling the trigger for me.

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