Taken by My Best Friend Quotes

“One day, I’ll take you away from your father and all the bad things.”
― Logan Chance, Taken

“I hate you for leaving.” I slam the door shut in his handsome face, and the lock clicks loudly against the silence in the air. He pounds his fist into the hard wood, shaking it on its hinges. “I hate you for staying,” he shouts.”
― Logan Chance, Taken by My Best Friend

“he started dating girls. Lots of them. Holly, Noel, Faith. His very own Christmas card.”
― Logan Chance, Taken by My Best Friend

“Oh my God. Let me say it again for emphasis. Oh. My. God. I can’t breathe or think. His tongue, his hands, those fingers”
― Logan Chance, Taken

“As much as I dislike him right now, my body reacts to his hand massaging my cheek. His touch is sensual, caressing the tender skin until the burn subsides. “Maybe I like it,” I pant out, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of thinking he's winning. But, god help me, he is. I'm wet. The more his large hand strokes, fondles, and squeezes, the wetter I get. These are the fantasies I used to have of Xavier.”
― Logan Chance, Taken

“You look nice,” Xavier says to me in the back of the luxury sedan which takes us to our next ‘event.’ Nice is not what his hooded eyes say as they skim over the tiny material of my red cocktail dress. My wardrobe usually consists of dresses that rest a little bit above the knee, and this dress hits mid thigh, right where Xavier’s eyes rest. “I like you in red. Makes your hair look more wild.” His voice is low and husky, and I give a little tug at the bodice which barely contains my breasts before they jump into his sexy mouth.”
― Logan Chance, Taken

“I'll figure a way out of this. Just like when we were kids and played rescue the princess. Except, this time, Xavier isn’t smiling and laughing. And this time I'm not the princess of some imaginary land. I'm a different kind of a princess. Something I want no part of. A Mafia princess. And Xavier isn't my white knight coming to rescue me. He's willing to kill me to get what he wants.”
― Logan Chance, Taken

“He steps closer, dangling a delicate, gold chain from his fingers. “Happy birthday,” he says, dropping it in my outstretched palm. I glance down and run my finger across the cool metal of the attached charm—golden birds nestled, side by side. “I love it.” “They’re turtle doves. My mom used to tell me the story of the two turtle doves when I was a kid.” He reaches in and separates the charm, holding one of the doves in his hand. “Legend says, they’re a symbol of friendship. As long as you have one, and I have the other, then we’ll be friends forever. No matter what your father does.”
― Logan Chance, Taken