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1 " Preppy isn’t just off his rocker, he’s not even on the fucking porch. "
― T.M. Frazier , Pike (The Pawn Duet, #1)
2 " When it comes to this girl, my instincts are at war.One tells me to punish.The other to protect.Only one can win. "
3 " King, Preppy, and Bear. The three fuck-you-up-a-teers that don’t take shit from anyone. "
4 " He pins my arms down, and his face is inches from mine. “You’re not an object to me. You’re not a possession, but I own you in a way I’ve never wanted to own something before. I don’t want you on display or on my shelves for others to look at. To touch. And I sure as shit don’t want to sell you to someone else.”“Then what do you want from me?” I ask, hating the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes.He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Fuck, Mic, I want you. "
5 " I want you more than I’ve ever wanted someone in my entire fucking life. "
6 " What I hate about you most…” his eyes meet mine. “Is that I don’t hate you at all.” Pike brushes a hair from my face. “You belong to me,” he says, as if it’s a fact I should already know. His gaze is heated and determined. His bare chest rising and falling with each angry breath. “You have since that first night. "
7 " We’re not enemies. We’re victims of circumstance, caught up in what we think we should be doing while consumed by what we want to be doing to each other. "
8 " Pike and I aren’t at war. We never were.We are what’s left over after the battle’s already been lost on both sides.We’re not soldiers.We’re carnage. "
