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1 " Survivor' meant nothing but breath in your lungs. I didn't become a survivor. I became a badass bitch. That was the choice I made. "
― Jessica Gadziala , Wolf (Navesink Bank Henchmen MC, #3)
2 " You okay?" his sleep-rough voice reached out to me from across the room, sending an unexpected shiver across my skin. My head snapped in his direction of its own mind and he had already kicked in the leg rest. His feet were on the ground, spread wide. His leather cut was gone, leaving him just in jeans and the tight black tee. His elbows were on his knees, his back curled forward, his sleep-puffy eyes on me. "Fine," I strangled out, fighting the urge to put my hand over where my heart was slamming in my chest. "Don't lie," he chastened quietly, shaking his head at me. "Don't wanna talk, don't." He paused. "But don't lie." Well then. I kind of liked that. Everyone else wanted to pry. Everyone thought they had the right to demand I spill all my dark secrets. It was really refreshing to come across someone who acknowledged my right to keep my private feelings private. "
3 " Our souls spoke in the same language- the language only women can fully understand, babe. "
4 " But I didn't become a 'survivor'. I hated that term. That term was weak, meaningless to me. Plenty of people survived things. That didn't mean anything. You could live through something and crawl up in a ball on the floor and never rise again. "Survivor" meant nothing but breath in your lungs. I didn't become a survivor. I became a badass bitch. That was the choice I made. That was the choice Lo gave to me when she picked me up off that street. It "
