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" Malcolm looked around the room. “Just so we have this straight. I’m going undercover in a cult that might be planning to use explosives to harm a lot of people in the name of the Bible.” He tried to quiet the rioting in his head. “I’ve slept with the mark, who we all know I want to save. The new shrink wants to get into my head, and I don’t want that.” “I really do want inside your head,” Nari said, her eyes lighting up. Mal ignored her and looked at Wolfe. “You’re a little nuts and now have a kitten in your pocket.” Wolfe nodded. “And you, our leader.” Mal focused on Angus. “Not only are you obsessed with a serial killer case that might just exist in your mind and splits your focus, but you have a high-heel-loving dog that’s also an alcoholic.” “What’s your point?” Force asked, his dark eyebrows slashing down. His point? What the hell was his point? He scrubbed both hands down his whiskered jaw. “I’m not going to ask what could go wrong. You know why? I just want to know what’s going to go right.” “Probably not much,” Wolfe said cheerfully. Then he fed another Goldfish Cracker to his kitten while the dog clip-clopped around the room and scratched up something called Jimmy Choos. "
― Rebecca Zanetti , Hidden (Deep Ops, #1)
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" I’m also not a casual date kind of guy.” In fact, he never had been. “That doesn’t work for me.” He’d already tasted her, and he’d already had her. A part of him, one darker than before Scorpius, wanted to bind her to him no matter what.
“I don’t know what that means,” she said, her gaze lifting.
“It means that if you’re mine, you’re mine.” There were probably better words, smoother words. But he didn’t have them. All he had was honesty, and he’d give that to her. "
― Rebecca Zanetti , Storm Gathering (The Scorpius Syndrome, #4)
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" He drew his weapon and pointed it between Greyson’s eyes.
Maureen gasped and slapped his arm. “Raze? Stop that. Stop it right now.”
In answer, Raze used his free hand to grab her chair and roll her behind him. “She leaves before anything goes down,” he said, his gaze fierce.
Greyson, to his credit, didn’t blink.
Maureen stood and smacked her brother on the top of the head with the flat of her hand.
Jax winced. “Don’t make him shoot, darlin;”
Greyson yawned. “Jesus Christ, I’m tired of this shit. Maureen, sit the hell back down. Raze, drop the gun. Jax, say something interesting.” The merc leader glanced sideways at Damon. “You, I like. You’re it. You’re the only person I like anywhere right now.”
Damon signed. “That’s a heavy burden, Grey. Just sayin’. "
― Rebecca Zanetti , Storm Gathering (The Scorpius Syndrome, #4)
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" You need to turn into a badass criminal with an attitude. The reason I’m telling you this is that when we turn you into her type, she may fall for you, and I don’t want personnel problems here.”
“What a line of malarkey,” came from the door.
Raider winced and looked over his shoulder to find Brigid standing there, her pale skin flushed a very pretty pink. “I do not have a type, and no way on God’s green earth would I fall for Raider Tanaka.” Her Irish brogue came out stronger than usual.
If that wasn’t a challenge, Raider didn’t know what was. “Don’t push it, sweetheart.”
Her chin snapped up. “Bite me, Tanaka. "
― Rebecca Zanetti , Fallen (Deep Ops, #2)