Deadly Little Promises (Kings of Bolten, #3)
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“Well, except your boy here,” Blondie said with a smile. “It’s cool though. I’m definitely not judging. I let my boys fuck my girl too.” “Cole,” the blue-eyed, beanie-wearing guy snapped. Blondie, or Cole as I’d just learned, grinned. “Fox doesn’t like when I tell people I let him fuck my girl.” “Fuck off, Cole,” Fox snapped. “She’s our girl,” the other guy spoke up. “Not just yours.”
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His lips quirked up in a small smile. “I fucking love you too, hornet ass.”
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“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t know she was going to start a damn bar fight,” Levin complained. “She’s unpredictable. Besides, I thought it was hot as fuck.”
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She peeked back at me then licked her lips before turning back to Fallon and sucking his cock into her mouth. Fuck, she is such a good girl.
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“Knock it the fuck off,” Dom shouted, slamming his hands on the steering wheel. “I swear to fuck, I will come back there.” “Oh, please Daddy. Punish us,” Bianca said, sneering at him as she huddled away from us.
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“You know, Bianca, I think you and I are going to be best friends. We should exchange numbers. I’ve got a shit ton of cat memes on my phone I think you’d get a kick out of.”
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I watched the butterfly, my vision blurry from both tears and the swelling. Some butterflies were never meant to fly. Some were meant to die at the hands of a maniac. Some were meant to be broken.
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“They wanted a war,” I whispered, the rage and revenge welling inside me, overtaking everything I was. It was all I could see. Taste. Smell. Feel. I was fucking revenge.
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“Let’s bury our girl,” I said softly. "Then we’ll bury them,” Levin finished fiercely, tears stained on his cheeks, as Vincent let the tears fall silently.
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“Hey, Fallon,” Stefan Seeley greeted me, his voice steely. “I heard you needed my help with disappearing.” Stefan Seeley. Alive. Stefan Seeley. Not dead. Not fucking dead. My brain refused to believe it. “You’re. . . you’re dead,” I finally said as he stepped deeper into the room, his heavy boots thudding on the hardwood. He nodded. “I am. Heard your girl was too.”