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41 " As soon as I’d told him that Brennan had woken up, he’d wrapped his arms around me and cried. Gut-wrenching, soul-sucking cries. I’d "
― Sloane Kennedy , Vengeance (The Protectors, #5)
42 " Because Memphis and I were suffering from the same affliction. Guilt. Crippling guilt. Soul-sucking, change-your-life-forever kind of guilt. And "
43 " What the fuck are you so afraid of, Memphis?” I snapped as I stepped over Tristan’s legs and got in front of Memphis so he’d stop the pacing. “We aren’t like that asshole who hurt you before!” “No, you’re worse!” I "
44 " How?” I asked in disbelief. “Because you make me want to live in your fucking fairy tale world! You make me want to believe that people like you really can love people like me!” “People "
45 " I was exactly where I was supposed to be and so were Brennan and Memphis. Now I just needed them to see that too. "
46 " Not how, Tristan,” Memphis said coldly. “Ask me why they’re dead.” “Why?” was all Tristan said. “Because I was too blinded by love,” – the last word came out as an ugly sneer – “to see what was staring me right in the face,” he snapped. "
47 " I’m not fine. Memphis isn’t fine,” I said as I cast a glance over my shoulder at Memphis who was staring out the window rather than having to face us. I looked back at Brennan and said, “You’re not fine.” Brennan’s "
48 " You guys want what? Something like what your uncles have?” he asked. “A bed big enough for three, a couple of kids, dinner with the big old happy family each week?” Neither Tristan nor I answered because it clearly wasn’t necessary. He had us pegged perfectly. “A "
49 " I don’t need the fairy tale,” Tristan said softly. “I need you. I need him.” “He "
50 " He doesn’t want us, Tristan,” I said, hating how even saying the words made me want to keel over in pain. “He didn’t say that, Brennan.” My "
51 " Go big or go home,” Tristan whispered. I nodded and said, “Go big or go home.” I "
52 " He’s not going to make this easy,” I warned him. “I know,” Tristan murmured. “I don’t need easy either.” I "
53 " Instead, he leaned down and kissed me. It was a raw, dirty kiss that was meant to claim ownership and nothing more. I fucking loved it. By "
54 " Do you want to make a movie for Memphis, Janie?” I "
55 " Call out to him!” the man snarled as he pinned Janie’s wrists to the bed. I "
56 " Because that was something else Brennan hadn’t done since the day of the rape. He hadn’t cried. Not "
57 " They were the last words I expected to hear. And they should have had me climbing off of Brennan, dragging my clothes on over my painfully hard cock and getting the hell out of there. Everything about this had gone terribly, horribly, beautifully wrong! I’d "
58 " I could barely see through my own tears when I looked at Memphis. His hand was covering his eyes as agonized sobs tore from his throat. Tristan had crawled across the bed and was at Memphis’s back, his arms enfolding Memphis’s shoulders and coming to rest on his chest. "
59 " His arms went around me as he buried his face in my stomach and I just held on to him. We both did. * "
60 " He was my fiancé,” Memphis whispered, his voice sounding dry and hoarse. Tristan "