“At the beginning of the semester, when you asked who I loved the most, an image of my mother popped in my head. When you asked me who I loved the most for the second time, it wasn’t an image of my mother. Instead, it was replaced by an image of a strawberry blonde with big, blue eyes.
It took me a long time to figure out the exact moment I fell in love with her, partly because I denied that I did until it was too late.
I fucked up so badly and did so many things wrong, to the point of no return, so I let her go. The selfless part inside of me wants to say I did the right thing, and the selfish part of me thinks I made the biggest mistake of my life. I guess the selfless side won out because, every time I look at her and see what I did, I realize I don’t deserve her.
I was never supposed to fall in love with her, but that was the best mistake of my life. I will always love her; I have ever since I purposely bumped into her in the hallway.”
“You need to stop questioning me. I’m the one with the dick, and the sooner you realize that, the easier this will be. Trust me, baby, you’ll start to like it that way.”
“Hey, babe, can I sit here?” Elle turned her head and saw Nero standing there, holding a tray.
Did he just really ask that, and did he just really call me ‘babe’?
“Are you serious? Sit here?” Elle pointed to the chair beside her.
“Yes, I was talking directly to you, wasn’t I?” Nero was definitely a smartass.
“No, you clearly weren’t because my name isn’t ‘babe’. I bet you don’t even know my name. So, no, you cannot sit here, Nero.”
“Elle hugged Amo’s side, then she leaned up as high as she could and kissed him on the cheek, barely making it. “Thanks.”
Elle ran off into the classroom to go be with her best friend. She couldn’t be happier
Nero couldn’t be more pissed. He didn’t understand how Amo could get a fucking thank you without asking. How he could get a kiss without asking. How come she never throws herself at me for a hug? I want a fucking hug.”
“ Nero noticed his friends gawking. “Hey, fuckers, move your eyes to someone else.”
“Damn, Nero, you were right. Elle is just so heartbroken.” Amo couldn’t hold in his laughter.
Nero leaned up from the car and ran his hands through his hair. He turned back to them and saw Vincent closing his eyes, whispering something.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Vincent whispered something else before he opened his eyes. “I was just thanking God for leggings.”
“I will fight. I will torture. And I will kill in my line of work. I knew I would join the mob ever since I could remember, and you have to accept that because I am not giving you an option. It’s a part of me, just how you’re a part of me, but nothing—nothing—will ever come before you.
“No one will ever fucking touch what’s mine and not pay for it. That’s why she had to be dealt with.”
“How come she never throws herself at me for a hug? I want a fucking hug.”
“Nero, we need to talk. Chloe will not get off my ass. I told her,” Amo looked right at Chloe in the eyes, “to walk beside me, but she refuses to even say a word to me.”
“T-that’s how I walk!” Chloe blurted.
Elle started laughing; it was too hard not to.
“Oh, now you can talk because Elle’s around.” Elle only laughed harder.
"I blame you!” He pointed at Elle.”
“When it was time to head to class, Vincent came back over to walk them. One look at Vincent’s face and she let him; bringing Hannibal Lecter out wasn’t on her to-do list for the day.”
“ “What is the matter with you?”
Nero kept his voice calm and low so no one could hear their conversation. “I don’t like you pouring coffee and serving food to all these fucking men. The only coffee I want you pouring is mine.”
“You’re the only girl I have looked at these past few months and imagined my dick sliding into. I haven’t fucked since the night I fucked you, Elle, and you’re the last one I will ever fuck. Tonight will be the first night anyone has slept in that bed and in this place. I couldn’t sleep here until you were in the bed beside me where you fucking belong.”
“Nero lowered his head to speak in her ear, keeping his hands on her arms to lock her in place. “My problem is simple, Elle. I have a problem with you having no trouble saying thank you to someone else. I have a problem with you wrapping your arms around someone else. And I have a big fucking problem with you not minding kissing someone else. Not one fucking time have you done any of those things to me without my asking, or just doing it because you want to, not because I want you to.”
“She couldn’t remember the last time she had heard his voice, the last time he had spoken her name. His voice still sang to her and stilled her soul, even after all that time”
“If getting on the ground is what keeps those good things in my life, then fine. But I will not crawl, I absolutely will not beg.
Stupid wolf!”
“Made Men
I see four made men standing, I shall not tell.
The Boss.
The Terrifying.
The Scary.
The Paranoid.
I see three made men standing, I shall not tell.
The Boss.
The Terrifying.
The Scary.
I shall not ever tell.”
“If the lines are even, then we pick the line that has the least scary people in it."
"Jesus Christ." Elle heard Nero say.
"For fuck's sake," Amo chimed in.
"Motherfuckers," Vincent added.”
“Come, Watson, come!" he cried. The game is afoot.”
“We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?”
“You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.”
“High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed.
She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant,
Three geese in a flock
one flew east
one flew west
one flew over the cuckoo's nest”
“If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.”
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