Beauty,” he whispered.
“What?” I asked.
“Beauty. It’s pure beauty you don’t wanna be away from me. I don’t like that, baby. I love it

“You called her a cunt,” I reminded him. “He threw out a hand, his brows shootin…”

“Jesus works on Sundays, Hop. Want a direct line, time to haul your biker ass to…”

“I’m gonna take care of you,” Sam whispered against my lips. “Okay,” I whispered…”

“I fucked up and hurt you. It won't happen again.” His fingers tensed around my …”