Monty Jay

That’s my not so secret, secret.

I’m always, always angry.

The perfect pair of sociopaths.

But my mouth has never been good at keeping shut, especially when I'm annoyed.

I was in the hands of death and I felt so fucking alive.

Family wasn’t who you were born with. It was who you’d bleed for.

I’d never seen anyone so wrathful, but he made it look, beautiful.

This sort of molten anger rolled through his body, leaking from all his pores so it was all you could see. A cruel volcano of human rage that incinerated anyone he touched, yet you still stood there rivaling how nature could be so incredible, even when it was wreaking havoc.

A blush tints my cheeks as I begin to think, has he told them what we did? Oh my God, do they all know what we did?

Without thinking, my fingers extend on their own, grazing the ink on his skin.

A laugh that felt like thunder escaped from his mouth. My breath hitched at the abrupt sound and my stomach fluttered because of how much I liked it.

And it was a sound that I wanted more of.