J.R. Ward Quote
Jesus Christ. . . he was not Omega's son. Was he?No. V said. You are not. He just wants to believe you are. And he wants you to think you are. But that doesn't make it true.There was a long silence. Then Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean. . . hello? You are this beefy Irish white boy. He's like. . . bus exhaust or some shit.Butch glanced over at Hollywood. You're sick, you know that?Yeah, but you love me, right? Come on, I know you feel me.
J.R. Ward
Jesus Christ. . . he was not Omega's son. Was he?No. V said. You are not. He just wants to believe you are. And he wants you to think you are. But that doesn't make it true.There was a long silence. Then Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean. . . hello? You are this beefy Irish white boy. He's like. . . bus exhaust or some shit.Butch glanced over at Hollywood. You're sick, you know that?Yeah, but you love me, right? Come on, I know you feel me.