J.J. McAvoy

Should you fail, seek comfort in your mother, for you won’t find any in me.”

Whatever choice I made, he would back me up here and bitch at me at home.

“So, this is the man behind the bitch?”

“Be a good fiancée and tell your pets to leave, or I will put them down, sweetheart.”

“Second.” He brushed his thumb over my lips. “The moment the ink touched that fucking paper, you were mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to fucking command, and mine to put in your fucking place.”

“First,” I said, pressing into his neck, “get used to this position, because you’re my bitch, not the other way around.”

“Third, if you ever interrupt me again, Liam Alec Callahan, may God have mercy on your soul when I send you meet to him.”

“Murderers are not monsters,
they’re men.
And that’s the most frightening thing about them.”

~ Alice Sebold

This means you two will have to pretend so fucking well, you fool yourselves that this isn’t just some arranged marriage, or so help me God, I will set you both on fire.

And yet, you still want her, you sick fuck.