Morgan Bridges

“I will always chase you.”

“You’ve ruined me, Miss Green.”

“No one’s ever called me that.”

I want her more than I’ve wanted any other woman.

She is mine.

My reason for feeling alive.

My reason for feeling enraged.

My reason for feeling anything at all.

That has to be a red flag, right?”

Harper’s lips pull to the side. “Red’s my favorite color.”

Justice is a mistress that calls my name and pulls me into her embrace to fuck me. And leave me bereft. Empty. Wanting a closure I’ll never possess.

Apologize to Miss Green for putting your filthy hands on her. Then apologize to me for touching what’s mine.”

You need me. Not this fucking job or anything else,” he says. “Now, get in the car before I carry you.”

“Please, just wait a second. I need to think.”

“I’ve already thought about it. In fact, I’ve thought of nothing else.”

Don’t try to run,” he says, staring into my eyes. “I can see you want to, but don’t.”

“Why?”

“I will always chase you.”