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474 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 31, 2017
“How much did he love me in our past lives?”
“…great, great love, it was…always you.”



















“You’ve definitely seen Beckett pick up random girls at NYC nightclubs. You don’t know that he sometimes goes to private sex parties—the only reason I know is because he once told Eliot, who then let it slip to Tom. Who told Jane. Who then told me.
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Gotta love family.”
“Akara motions his beer bottle at Donnelly. “If she asked you to push her off a cliff, what would you do?”
“I’d say let’s grab some parachutes first, babe.” He smirks. “Then I’d clasp her hand and we’d go down…”
“The five?” Sana asks, hand to her heart. “I live for any photographs of them together. Can you imagine the camaraderie? The friendship? The loyalty?”
“Donnelly subtly eyes them while facing us too. “Those mugs are bugging Beckett.” I can’t detect Beckett’s annoyance. But not a second later, he realigns the mugs in a neat row.
Maximoff gesticulates from his chest to Sulli, speaking extremely fucking empathetically to his cousin.
I skim him, a smile playing at my lips, and I take a swig of coffee. “He’s about to hug her.” On cue, Maximoff wraps his arms around his cousin, and she squeezes him back.
Akara bounces his ball. “She’ll buy a Sagittarius something for me. Wait for it…” We watch Sulli scan the shelves and then veer to a display of zodiac jewelry. She plucks a silver Sagittarius keychain off a hook.
Spending 24/7 with a person has this effect.”
“You seriously brought Audrey’s cookies here?” I didn’t even notice him carrying them.
“Yeah,” Oscar says. “We didn’t know if anything would be open, Redford. I was thinking ahead.”
“Virgins don’t die in horror movies,” I say and cross my arms as a breeze whips through. “You have it backwards.”
“Sluts die first,” Charlie says on the ground. He unbuttons another button on his white shirt. Even with the cold.
“Well, most of us will die then,” Oscar says, tying a bandana around his forehead.”

“All five of us are going on tour,” I say aloud. Letting this reality sink in. No, it’s still a-hundred-million-percent bizarre. All five of us together. Sleeping on a tour bus with our six bodyguards.. A total of eleven people on one bus. Driving across America. How’d I agree to this fucking mayhem?
There are some moments, some small, others big, that I see and feel how much love and pride they carry for the people they protect. For three famous families. For us, and it means more to me than I can ever articulate.The Ritchie twins can do no wrong in my eyes. Their writing is always brilliant, and I’m completely in love with the characters they write and the stories they tell! I definitely recommend these books to all!



“I don’t have the answers,” I say seriously. “I just listen to my body.”
“And what does it say?” His voice is a graveled whisper.
I rake a hand through my hair. “Need. Want...You.”
“God, could you even imagine? What would I say? Hello Mr. Moretti, I’m in need of some oral assistance. Would you be so kind to spread my knees?”












The garden explodes with buzzing. Pinging notifications. Texts and calls.
People realize what’s happened, but I’m not looking. I’m not watching them.
We’re in our own world.
Our own universe.
No one can have it. No one can break it.
This moment belongs to us.

⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*The wolf scout and the bodyguard*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“She said I was moral to a fault and you can be impulsive, headstrong. We’re fucking different but we’re still two superheroes who’d die for each other. In any era, any alternate universe. Like Captain America and the Winter Solider.”




“I never even dreamed about falling in love until I fell in love with him.”
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
“Jane, who would you ship yourself with?” “Happiness,” Jane answers. “Is that the name of a bodyguard?!” someone shouts. “It’s a noun,” Beckett says with a what-the-heck face.”
And I realize and feel something. I would’ve self-destructed without him. He’s been the prince in knight’s armor. Protecting me.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .





