As the syringe was filled, Butch stepped up into the surgeon’s grille. Even as incapacitated as the cop was from the inhaling, he was straight-up deadly as he spoke. “I don’t need to tell you not to f*ck my buddy. Right.”
The surgeon looked around his little-glass-bottle-and-needle routine. “I’m not thinking about sex at the moment, thank you very much. But if I was, it sure as shit wouldn’t be with him. So instead of worrying about who I’m tapping, how’d you like to do us all a favor and have a shower. You stink.”
Butch blinked. Then smiled a little. “You have balls.”
“And they’re made of brass. Big as church bells, too.
[Rhage and Manny]
“You’re doing great,” he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists.
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Right, right…your brothers.” Manny paused for a split second. “You’re all right, you know that.”
“F*ck…that…” The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. “I’m…perfect.
Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.
J.R. WardV jerked back to the present. And for some reason didn't lie. "I'm thinking about my tattoos."
"When did you get them?"
"Almost three centuries ago."
She whistled. "God, you live that long?"
"Longer. Assuming I don't get cracked dead in a fight and you fool humans don't blow up the planet, I'll be breathing for another seven hundred years.
Tags: black-dagger-brotherhood lover-unbound vishous
Because sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.
J.R. WardThe look in Manny´s eye was the ocular equivalent of a middle finger...
J.R. WardTags: humor
And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.
J.R. WardTags: love lovers lovesickness painful
...but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.
J.R. WardTags: love sad-but-true lovesickness
This place is just too frickin precious," the cop said, eyeing a guy dressed in a hot pink leisure suit with makeup to match. "Give me rednecks and home-grown beer any day of the week over this X-culture bullshit.
J.R. WardMan, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.
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