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81 " Motherfuck!” Van was the one to shout that, right? Because it sounded like Syren had the same reaction. "
― Avril Ashton , Scars and Secrets (Loose Ends, #1)
82 " Going down this time. The fucking irony. "
83 " They’re monsters, Reg. My mother. My father.” He swallowed, eyes burning as he watched the agony play across the sleeping Donovan’s face. “And I’m theirs. I’m their monster. "
84 " Would she recognize her husband the way he was now? In bed with the man who’d slit her throat, halfway gone in love with him. "
― Avril Ashton , Call the Coroner (Staniel, #1)
85 " man. My scars are souvenirs I can’t ever leave behind. But I need you within my reach. I need to lay where you lay.” Lips against Low’s, he whispered, “I belong to you. "
― Avril Ashton , Loose Ends: The Complete Series
86 " You still taste the same, Dutch. All these years later and you still taste like mine.” “Get "
― Avril Ashton , Scars and Ruin (Loose Ends, #2)
87 " charge meant you knew every step your people took. When they ate, when they worked, when they slept. You knew all their secrets, even the ones they weren’t aware of. And you definitely knew when they were hiding an outsider with a target on his back. "
― Avril Ashton , Dig Your Grave (Staniel, #2)
88 " Nobody did it for him. He’d had to find his way himself, which was probably why he was still so fucking damaged. He couldn’t let it happen to anyone else. Something the people who’d recruited him had counted on. "
― Avril Ashton , Kiss Your Scars (Loose Ends #3)
89 " And you’re wearing my shirt.” The corners of Daniel’s mouth curved. “Do you mind?” Arms circled his waist and Stavros’ head dropped to rest against Daniel’s back. “I do, but only because I want to touch your skin. "
90 " Daniel gave him a pitying look. “Then you’re not the one in charge around here.” Pascal’s eyes narrowed, but Daniel simply shrugged. He spoke the truth. To be in "
91 " But Low. Low helped. The fucking irony. "
92 " He came back to consciousness with his mouth stuffed with imaginary cotton, his hair wet with sweat, and his body suspended from a concrete roof by a heavy chain around his neck. He gritted his teeth "
93 " The Greek tensed slightly. “Is this you running from me?” “Yes.” Daniel gave him the truth, rubbing his nose over Stavros’. “But I’ll always end up back here, next to you. "
94 " You want to know something else? You still kiss like you belong to me. "
95 " You can never out-gun me.” How did someone like Pascal not know that? “And I never speak threats. Why would I?” He lifted a shoulder. “There’s no need for that. My presence in your city, in your home, is the threat. "
96 " He’s the only reason you’re alive. You should thank Syren Rua for that.” Renzo’s pulse sped up at the mention of Syren’s name. Why suddenly was he everywhere Renzo looked? “Who? I’m not familiar with that name.” He sipped the rapidly cooling coffee to wet his dry throat. Stavros’ eyes mocked him. “Yeah, but he’s familiar with yours. So familiar in fact, he turned you into a bargaining chip. "
97 " His confidence was the most attractive thing Stavros had ever witnessed. He’d been around the most gorgeous men and women. But it was the cool and calm way that Daniel Nieto talked about killing him that had Stavros’ battered body attempting to stir. "
98 " Fight of his life, that night. He’d been rock hard in the aftermath, so he’d gotten high, gotten fucked, coming nice and long with the memory of Daniel Nieto struggling underneath him. “You tell them the name of the man who got close enough to scar you permanently "
99 " Daniel grinned. And fuck him, but it was vicious. No way that grin didn’t taste the way it looked. Stavros’ mouth watered. "
100 " It was in the sudden thin lines that bracketed Pascal’s mouth that Daniel found a kind of high. It came from knowing you’d won without ever having to lift a finger against your opponent. "