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350 pages, Paperback
First published January 25, 2015
I'm not the hero in this story; I'm the motherfucking villain.
Sometimes kindness is a far worse weapon than brutality...
I love the broken ones because for a brief second, in the heat of the moment, I can forget how fucked up I truly am inside. I can forget about the darkness that i crave. I can forget who I am and focus on someone else's pain...
His dark eyes challenge, they dare me to run, but they also implore me to stay. It's ironic that the only thing keeping me here, keeping me grounded, is the man who abducted me.
I don't wanna fuckin' need her. I don't wanna need her. I never wanted to feel this shit, this helplessness again.
She's been through hell and she looks like a fuckin' warrior. But if she's a warrior, then what does that make me?
Warriors don't need saviors.
Warriors save themselves.
...because revenge is sweet. Until it isn't.
“I’m not the hero in this story; I’m the motherfucking villain.”
“I love the broken ones because for a brief second, in the heat of the moment, I can forget how fucked up I truly am inside.”
”Darkness doesn’t seek out the light. It smothers the light, and it revels in the light’s death. And there is nothing more dangerous than darkness that doesn’t have an outlet.”
"I'm not the hero in this story; I'm the motherfucking villian."
"I love the broken ones because for a brief second, in the heat of the moment, I can forget how fucked up I truly am inside."
I’m not the hero in this story; I’m the motherfucking villain.
"I've endured more pain than most can even conceive. I went through all of that and I'm still standing. I might be covered in bruises that are still healing, and I might be just as scared for what the future holds as I was in that warehouse, but they didn't break my spirit. My lungs still breathe, my head still processes thought, and my heart still beats. No, those men didn't break me- those men made me stronger.""I love the broken ones because for a brief second, in the heat of the moment, I can truly forget how fucked up I truly am inside. I can forget about the darkness I crave, I can forget who I am and focus on someone else's pain, I am the king of shit, and my throne is built upon the bodies of all that I have destroyed, my crown is made up of her teeth and tears."
Kick went against his Prez and brothers to help Kayla. There was some intense need to protect her. To help her. Kayla fought him every step of the way. She screamed, clawed, scratched blood, kicked and cuffed. After such a brutal ordeal, she had all this inner strength that pushed her forward.
Kayla, renamed Indie because of the passion and FIGHT that Kick sees in her.
She wants revenge.
He wants redemption.
He sees his past in Indie and she may be his redemption. If he doesn't betray her to.
As Kick and Indie's path to revenge, survival and redemption entwine, Kick teaches Indie how to be strong, He gives her an outlet to rage against her anger and attackers, until she can exact her revenge.
It was refreshing to see separate individuals developed and also portrayed sadistically together. Both from different worlds and yet so much alike. I loved Kick's violent and dark nature. I want to sell a boob to get more in depth into his mind. Indie's got some serious iron balls for a woman tortured and raped repeated and sadistically. Her spitfire attitude is what lured Kick in and her strength continues to shine through.
Women are as strong as a brick shithouse and fragile as a flower.
*ARC provided by TRSOR Promotions on behalf of the author for an honest review* Thanks!!
"I love the broken ones because for a brief second, in the heat of the moment, I can forget how fucked up I truly am inside. I can forget about the darkness that I crave. I can forget who I am and focus on someone else's pain, because that has to be infinitely better than wallowing in my own."
"I traded three monsters for one with a prettier face, and a heart blacker than any of the rapists I've spent the last couple of weeks with."
"Warriors don’t need saviours.
Warriors save themselves."
I love the broken ones because for a brief second, in the heat of the moment, I can forget how fucked up I truly am inside... I am the king of shit, and my throne is built upon the bodies of all I have betrayed; my crown is made of her teeth and tears.
After they’ve used up every hole she has to offer, they discard her like trash. But not me. I like to watch her cry. I taste her tears. I relish them. Because pain is beauty, at least in my world. And everything in my world is pain.
Don't kid yourself to try to put him in that category to love him. He is an anti-hero and he doesn't get soft, his past if beyond messed up to even give him a chance to redeem. His mind is broken and for most of the book I wasn't sure who needs to be saving his messed up women who appear in his life or him. They all deserve each other. In their chaos they find their strength to prop each other up.
Is that why he saved me? Did someone hurt him too? I’ve seen his scars, the perfect circular cigarette burns up his arms, the angry, jagged marks over his hard abdomen. They’re covered mostly by his tattoos, and maybe an ordinary person wouldn’t notice them—maybe the old me wouldn’t have noticed them either—but there’s a silent exchange between victims.
THANKS CARMEN FOR THIS READ...