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“Try me.” Quinton exhaled through his nose, then leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees. “You ever think maybe you don’t hate how he makes you feel… you just scared of what it means?” My stomach dropped. Hard. “That’s bullshit,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “You trippin’.” “Am I?” he asked calmly. “’Cause from where I’m sittin’, you sound like a nigga who’s fightin’ himself more than he’s fightin’ Sebastian.”

"When did a whackjob become a motivational speaker?" "I do all sorts of bad things, I know that, but me being a bad guy doesn't take away the sense in me." He chewed with his eyes closed. "Call your wife and go to her. I like Natasha as your woman." "Hmm…" They continued, stretching through midnight as they washed it down with wine and laughter. ******

Mates make you weak…’ The mind-link assaults continue… “FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU! YOU ARE RUINING MY MOOD! I’m on my way back now… FUCK!!!”

Just stood there, all sweaty and wrecked and still somehow managing to look annoyingly cool. “You good?” I asked, pulling back just enough to see his face. “Because from where I was standing, you were very ‘main character’ out there.” He gave me a tired smile. “I’m sore. Might pass out. Pretty sure something’s broken.” I nodded solemnly. “But you’re also awesome.” “Rain—” “No, no, let me say it. I need you to hear this while you’re still loopy from adrenaline. You. We're. A. Badass.”

Laura "Can you please turn the music off? It's so annoying." I blurted out, sneaking a glance at the driver. Grandfather's father driver was just like him, depressing as hell. He had been driving the car so fast even after telling him to slow down. Above that, he played some bedtime 1980s music like I want to know what love is, I'm on fire, put some sugar on me and now the careless whisper. Like what the heck? Where was his mannerism?

"I got a lot of people to do stuff they wouldn't have done normally." "Oh come on. You don't have to praise yourself too much." I teased. That sparked a challenge in him. I eyed him closely and asked. "Who else is so big on your list?" "Pedro. But I doubt you know him. There are many of them. Carloz, Santaro, the Russians. You don't know what I'm capable of. I am better than the Prick of an ass called Hollis. He's a murderer, I'm not." He bragged.

You aren't bad until you have your own motto- mines "wake up, breathe in, cause mayhem." You aren't bad until you are badass enough to get someone else's car resprayed. - pink did look good on the Mustang I have to admit. You aren't bad until you can take a late stroll after dark. - two in the morning is the best time. You aren't bad until you have the courage to insult even the scariest people three times your size and weight. - did that once, sorry there won't be a next time. You aren't bad until you're willing to risk everything for a taste of victory. -it's like having cake and eating it.

Adrenaline pumps through my vein, I turn, ready to rumble and my breath ceases. Shit. Fucking hell. Ben is my opponent.

his appearance: black jacket, black jeans, white shirt, bracelets on his left hand, his messy hair so much running his hands. I have to admit that ... I'm fucking in love with Antonio Ferrer. He turns to me and smiles. I walk towards him something sensual with a smile, I want to make an entry like in slow motion, but the only thing I earned was a stumble that almost makes me fall, he takes me by the hand and supports me. Damn stone. Apartate Apart Stone ... dice says playful. I smile. ¿Could you communicate with Zac? He shakes his head and looks at his phone. Es It is useless, in this place there is no signal, nor climbing the highest mountain 一 Stand your cell phone in your pocket and shak

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”