LOGINthis one was much easier to write, because apparantly I like writing crazy characters lol
Maverick’s povThis pain is unlike anything I am used to. I tried my best to distract myself. Replace the pain in my heart with pain somewhere else.Hitting my head against the wall, using my teeth to bite into my arms… None of it seemed to do the trick.I’ve always known Marley was embarrassed of me. But I reckoned it was because of me being their enemy.I happen to like myself the way I am. It hasn’t always been easy, you bet your boots it hasn’t. I am well aware I am as crazy as a shot at a rat, and it hasn’t always done me any favors. But I’m too pigheaded to change.I would for Marley.‘You’d be miserable,’ my wolf pointed out.I would.I sighed as I leaned back against my cell door. There was blood everywhere. I’m a hot mess, and not in a good way.How can they not like me? They’re supposed to be my mate. My true love.How can they not accept me?I never craved love from anyone other than my momma. I knew nobody would be able to love someone like me. Except for my mate.But now…
Marley’s povThere was a knock on my door, and the scent of my mate was coming from the other side of it.It can’t be right?Aunt Kate said she was going to talk to Maverick, and although I asked to be there, she told me I couldn't. That it was better if I sat this one out. Which made no sense to me, unless it was something bad.I had been nervous all day, wondering what their talk was about.Maverick was behaving well. He had helped my aunt and the rest. And although he had done some horrible things in the past, he was already being punished for it by being in his cell. So what else could they want from him?Were they going to move him?Were they planning a hearing to discuss his punishment? How long would he be stuck in prison?So, smelling his scent must mean I'm losing it. It can't be Maverick.“Sugar, are you going to open the door, or do I have to break it open?” I heard Maverick growl from the other side.I quickly opened the door to my room. “Did you break out?”He laughed, an
Maverick’s pov “You must be Kate Omari,” I said as I locked eyes with the powerful woman in front of me. Her son Isaac looked like her. So did her brother Riker. Marley… Well... Marley just looks like Marley. Perfection. “Maverick… We finally meet in person. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “All good things, I reckon.” I smirked at the lady boss. “Not really.” Kate sighed and looked at me, “I’d like to have this conversation without the glass. Will you behave yourself?” I shrugged, “might could.” “What?” “Possibly,” I clarified. I have no inclination of what “behave” might mean to someone like her. “I won’t try and harm you, if that’s what you’re asking.” “Good enough,” Kate said and motioned for the cell door to open. “Okay, let’s skedaddle,” I chuckled as I walked towards her. She let me walk in front of her as we walked a bit further to an interrogation room. It reminded me of cop movies. I reckon they had a two-way mirror. I stared at myself in the mirror, flexing my muscl
Marley’s pov What did I do?! Like… that’s not me?! Biting someone’s lip! O my Goddess…. What did Maverick turn me into? Kissing in public like that?! What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking…. Clearly… only with my vagina, it seems. Goddess… He’s hot. Like… Insanely hot. Literally, but the way he said he’d kidnap me… It’s crazy, but it’s sexy. Like, too sexy. Like I can’t think straight… Which is ironic, since most of the sexual encounters I’ve had were with women. Girls. Whatever. And it’s been mostly kissing. And here Maverick has a complete sex dungeon or whatever, and I haven’t had any sex unless you count the times I’ve used my vibrator. Which is a lot of times, lately especially, but we’re not talking about right now, because we’re trying to think and stay calm. And apparently now I’m calling myself we… “Don’t be a stranger, Sugar.” Maverick said as we reached his cell. I was ready to close the door, but Maverick surprised me by pulling me against him. I could feel his
Maverick’s pov“Do you ever feel guilty?” Marley asked me.I skipped through the snow. The cold might not be my favorite thing, and it is cold. Colder than my father-in-law’s love for me. But the snow is fun.“No,” I replied.I fell down onto the snow to make a snow angel.“What are you doing, Maverick?!” Marley yelled.“Making a snow angel, sugar. I might never get another chance. Join me.”Marley shook their head and rolled their eyes. It looked cute. Like they were scolding me.Maybe I have mommy issues, but we can just add that to the rest of the pile.“People are staring….” Marley looked around at the people near us.“Let them stare.” I paid it no mind. Uppity folks want to judge me? By my guest.Marley sighed and then decided to join me in the snow. “I sure hope this snow is clean.”“Being clean is overrated.” I replied and took my mate’s hand in mine. The snow was soaking through my clothing.Marley giggled as they looked at me, “it’s pretty nice, actually. I like the sound sno
Marley’s pov“Marley…?” It was my cousin Isaac's voice echoing through the dungeon's hallway.“Sssst,” I heard Maverick say. “They were plumb tuckered.”I could have opened my eyes, but I didn’t want to. I hadn’t been sleeping well. Like Maverick, I’ve been having some weird dreams.Okay, I’ve been having some sex dreams.But not just sex dreams, also very scary dreams where Maverick is a crazy killer. Like that show Dexter.I mean, it does kind of fit. Maverick seems to kill people for fun, but he has a code. He doesn’t kill women—well, unless they’re really evil—and he doesn’t hurt kids.And he likes to hurt the ones who are deprived the most.So does that make him bad or good?Like an antihero, or am I just thinking that because I am starting to really like him?Which is insane.“Marley’s sleeping? They left the door wide open.” Isaac whispered.Oopsie.“So?” Maverick replied in a hushed tone before smelling my hair.“You could have left.”Maverick chuckled softly, his body slightly







