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He wears an air of ‘fuck around and find out’ like a second skin,
“You wanna keep this hand?” he asks conversationally, squeezing it even tighter and making the guy contort to try to ease the pressure. “Then don’t put it on that girl. Ever. Got it?”
Three brothers. Three monsters. Three men who wouldn’t hesitate to kill me if they had to, to protect each other.
They have each other, and I don’t have anyone. No one to watch out for me. No one to have my back. No one to help me as my life spins out of control.
She’s delicate and fragile, like a doll that you’d think would be easy to break. But underneath that porcelain exterior, there’s something more like iron at her core.
“Good. Be safe. Be smart. Get it done.” I grin again, because that could almost be the Boy Scouts motto or something, except for the fact that I don’t think the Boy Scouts give merit badges for arson.
Malice shakes his head. “Nah. That part, I get. Sometimes the people you love turn your love against you, and it’s the most brutal weapon in the world.”
Sunny/sunshine
“You want to know what I really am?” he breathes, his face just inches from mine. “I’m not a fucking hero.”
“Ty izdayesh’ samyye krasivyye zvuki, kogda konchayesh’.”
You make the most beautiful sounds when you cum
“You shouldn’t be creeping in here like a little mouse,” a male voice whispers from behind me, barely audible. “You might get eaten by lions.”
A flush creeps up my cheeks. “No. It… it was my first time. Not just my first time getting paid, but my first time ever. Or it would’ve been if you all hadn’t come in and…” Ransom’s face darkens, his brows pulling together. “Well then, I’m even more glad we killed that son of a bitch. Your first time shouldn’t be with a man like that.”
Chaos sets my teeth on edge. It makes me feel like there’s a swarm of angry wasps rattling around in my head. Usually, the only thing for that kind of feeling is to start counting or to find some routine that takes my mind off whatever kicked my world off its axis. But right now, I just want more of that chaos, and it’s an odd feeling.
Usually, I can control my reactions to things. It’s rare for me to be affected by something in a way I can’t deal with. None of us ever got into drugs for this exact reason. We saw a lot of kids in our shitty neighborhood get fucked up when we were younger. They got a taste from someone, and that was enough to get them addicted and then broken. My brothers and I always wanted more for ourselves than that, so we stayed out of that shit. But this? Willow? She feels like a drug. Like something that’s going to wreck us all.
“It is my fucking business. Because you’re my business.”
“Someone hurts you? Someone touches you? That’s my fucking business.”
Even her scars make her fucking gorgeous, like no one I’ve ever seen before.
Maybe… maybe I’m as twisted and fucked up as I always wanted to avoid being. Maybe I’m not normal, not a person who’s attracted to normal guys. Instead, I crave monsters.
“Because you’re our responsibility. And we don’t let people hurt what’s ours.”
Our business. Our responsibility. Ours.
“This is not negotiable.” He narrows his eyes, his voice low. “So you’ve got two options. You come with us, or I kill you right now. That’s it. Those are the only two choices here.” Something shifts in Willow’s expression as she takes in his words. Her nostrils flare, her soft brown eyes flashing. At first, I think it’s from fear—but then she surprises the fuck out of me by stepping right up to Malice until the barrel of the gun is pressed against her forehead. My jaw just about drops to the fucking floor, and I can feel Vic stopping what he’s doing beside me as he watches her too. She looks
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“Anything under this roof is ours,” he growls out. “And you don’t get to fucking touch what’s mine.”
“You’re right. Maybe you’re not a knight,” I whisper finally. “But maybe… maybe I don’t need a white knight. Maybe I need something darker.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Solnyshka,” he murmurs. “You say all that shit about wanting a dark knight, but I don’t think you really understand what that means. I could break you so easily. I could destroy you.”
I mutter under my breath in Russian, the words muffled by her blonde hair as I tell her that she’s too good for this. Too sweet to be trapped here with monsters. That she should never have fallen into our lives, but that it doesn’t matter now. It’s too late. “Yesli ty uydesh', ya naydu tebya,” I breathe. “Ya vyslezhu tebya i vernu tuda, gde ty dolzhna byt’.” What I said to the Donovan gang that night rings even more true right now. Everything under our roof is ours. And that includes Willow.
“We never expected this beautiful girl who crept into our lives,” Ransom continues, bringing his hand up to glide his fingertips over the line of my throat. “That night when we killed Nikolai, I didn’t know what you would mean to us. But maybe I should have. There was so much fire in you. So much strength. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known.”
“You’re my favorite kind of distraction, you know that?”
For some reason, I’m not even really freaked out or pissed off by the idea that Victor used his spying to find out what food I like. It’s almost… sweet, in an odd way. In a very Victor way, I guess.
“I want to mark you,” he says, his voice low. “I want to put a tattoo on you.”
“Nothing and no one has ever been like you, angel,” he says. “We’ve shared before, but no one else has ever gotten to us the way you do.”
You’re magic, pretty girl. The best kind of medicine.”
