Deana

“bit my lip to hide my smile, but War leaned over. “Fuck, I missed you.” He touched his lips to Scythe’s. It started as a playful, nipping kiss, but it was only moments before they deepened it, tongues stroking together as the two of them fell back against the couch. “Bliss,” Scythe groaned, pulling away. “Get over here and join the reunion.” I shuffled over so I was”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“War!” I yelped, struggling to get down. I’d break the man’s back. “Put me down, I’m too heavy.” “That’s real fucking insulting, baby girl.” He strode through the party with me in his arms, while some of the guys clapped for us. “You think I can’t carry your sweet ass to my bed?”
― Elle Thorpe, Start a War

“I don’t know which of you is the father!” “It’s me,” Scythe said. “No doubt.” War rolled his eyes. “I’ve had more sex with her than you have. It’s definitely mine.” “Don’t count me out,” Nash complained. “It’s all about timing, not quantity.” Scythe eyed him doubtfully. “Dude, your swimmers are so ancient, they’re probably still hobbling along with walking canes.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence

“War’s gaze dipped to my mouth and then back up to my eyes. Confusion flickered in his. “Scythe?” I let him go. The hope in his voice gutted me. It was the same hope my mother held in hers. Always hoping her favorite would come back. War was no different.”
― Elle Thorpe, It Ends With Violence