His heart beat in his chest like a beast slamming into the bars of its cage, fighting to be get free. What was this? Was he dying? Should she die for making him feel this way?

You really think anyone else would put up with you? Yep. Do you want to see more men die?

Body language translation: hell yes, dipshit.

You didn’t see what just happened. I did. Saw it, felt it, tasted it.” His hand gripped and squeezed her thigh as if determining its strength. “You came so hard you nearly crushed my skull between your legs. If I wasn’t so hardheaded, I’d be dead.

Body language translation: hell yes, dipshit

Swap out one of these men with the mute, and I’ll be right as rain,” Randy said from his spot near the kitchen entrance.“Thought we were besties,” Bride mumbled into the shot of rum she’d pilfered from Randy’s cabinet.

Look here, cousin,” Big Country’s drawled in the background. “This here’s a car. We just got off a plane, and no matter how fast you push this bitch, she ain’t gon’ fly, so believe me when I say, I refuse to die over some foolishness you call love, not today.

Well,” Lynx said once the man was dead. “That was…uneventful.”“You’re as fickle as an old woman,” Zeus told Lynx. “One minute too much carnage, the next not enough.

Fun and killing ain’t synonyms to regular folks, Zeus.”.