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Crow (Boston Underworld, #1) Crow by A. Zavarelli
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“This is the moment I realize that our traumas never really go away. They live inside of us, in the deepest darkest pits of our own tiny hells. Cocked and loaded, waiting for someone to come along and pull the trigger.”
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“The thing about butterflies, Mr. Crow, is that they need to be admired from afar.”
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“I never realized how empty my life had really become until I had him in it. He did that to me. He said I wrecked him, but he completely destroyed me. Everything was fine when I was alone. When I didn’t have to feel or think or care about someone else. Sure I was sad and broken, but I was okay. Now, I’m anything but.”
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“Nobody has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me at this moment. Like I’m his possession. Like if anyone else were to touch me, he’d break both their legs and an arm for good measure.”
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“You can’t change a leopard’s spots. Broken people can only fix themselves.”
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“If an act of evil is to stain my soul, it will be for one of my own.”
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“Fancy that, do ye?” “Va va voom,” I say in answer. “Any chance you’ll let me drive?” He spins the keys around his fingers. “Not even if I was dying.”
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“Come here." He gestures towards the door.
Would you get a load of this character?
Come here, he says, like I'll just do it.
I do.”
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tags: humor
“I thought I told you I don’t play by the rules,” I argue. “Ye’re mistaken,” he says. “Ye just walked into my world unbidden. So you will play by the rules, butterfly. You’ll be playing by all my rules.”
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“The waiter brings our food and we eat in silence. It’s all so very… date like. If I were on a date with a serial killer who was sizing me up like his prey, but whatever.”
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“Family, loyalty, honor, and blood. Tis the only thing that’s true.”
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“He makes me feel like a princess and a dirty little slut.”
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“I’m so tired of being strong. So tired of trying to do everything myself. Is it wrong to let him comfort me? To be relieved in the false sense of security I find here. These arms will shelter me and keep me safe. Something I thought I would never want now means the world to me. Even if it is all one giant lie.”
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“I thought I told you I don’t play by the rules,” I argue.
“Ye’re mistaken,” he says. “Ye just walked into my world unbidden. So you will play by the rules, butterfly. You’ll be playing by all my rules.”
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“I don’t have time for sweet tonight.” He slides his thick cock between my thighs. “I’m going to fuck ye hard and fast and stuff ye full of my come before I have to leave.”
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“Mine?” he laughs cruelly as he reaches for the hem of my dress and rips it with his bare hands. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure yet.”
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“Ye don’t get out of my bed the minute I blow my load into you,” he says.”
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“He told me not to cry, so I didn’t. He told me not to care about anyone, so I didn’t. I squashed it all down and locked it up deep inside of me. Truthfully, I feel too much. But you wouldn’t know that about me. Nobody does.”
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“I’m so tired of being strong. So tired of trying to do everything myself.”
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“I wanted to bend ye over the table and eat your hot little cunt before the whole lot of them,” he says.”
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“Ye're about as Irish as a plastic paddy”
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“touches me,”
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“Truthfully, I feel too much. But you wouldn’t know that about me. Nobody does. Because I’m always in control.”
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“our traumas never really go away. They live inside of us, in the deepest, darkest pits of our own tiny hells. Cocked and loaded, waiting for someone to come along and pull the trigger.”
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“Butterfly.” His breath skates over my ear in a threatening whisper.”
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“Jaysus, woman,” he sighs. “Ye clean up your fecking mouth before I do it for you. You want to work for me ye better start acting like a lady.”
“I am a goddamn lady.” I grin.”
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“Broken people can only fix themselves.”
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“Blood will be shed. Heads will roll. And there will be wedding bells in the future. That’s the only part I struggle to get on board with. But I will if Niall chooses me. There isn’t a thing I won’t do for the syndicate. To seal this alliance and do right by Carrick, I’ll take my Russian bride, along with my position as Niall’s second in command. Nothing and no one will stand in the way of that.”
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“At the age of sixteen, I was inducted into the MacKenna Syndicate. Proudest day of my life to swear that blood oath.”
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“Fifteen years wasn’t enough time to know a man like my grand-da. I don’t reckon it could be accomplished in fifty, stilted as our relationship was. A quiet man, he was. Strong and proud, but always quiet. Never knew much about being a father figure. Didn’t fancy himself one when I turned up on his doorstep at sixteen. He took me in anyway.”
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