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She knew, more than any other reason, it was the way Steele touched her, the way his hands moved over her and the look on his face when he stared down into her eyes that kept her tied to him. He couldn't hide that.
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Christine Feehan |
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He needed to know she wanted to be with him. He needed to know someone loved him. He didn't believe himself worthy of love, so he had a difficult time believing she really wanted to be with him.
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Christine Feehan |
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Ask any of my brothers, nothing stops me. No one stops me. I got the name Steele because I'm unbending.
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Christine Feehan |
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It was the worst nightmare possible for a boy like Steele. He felt responsiblity, even when he was just very little. Something in him needed to help all of us.
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Christine Feehan |
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She did something to his insides, twisted and melted them until he sometimes felt he couldn't think straight.
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Christine Feehan |
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She had a way of giving him comfort when nothing else could. The wailing of the dead. The accusations of their eyes because he couldn't save them. She drove those dead children away from him and brought him peace.
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Christine Feehan |
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They keep me from going off the deep end. Not like you do, but I have to be with them. I AM Torpedo Ink. If you love me, you love the club. It's really that simple.
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Christine Feehan |
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I feel it deeper than I feel anything else. So deep it's fucking terrifying. I'm never going to be good at saying the words. They get stuck in my throat. It's like if I say it out loud something bad is going to happen. I feel as if I'm cursing us. Everyone they knew we cared about died.
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Christine Feehan |
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We're all family. Family takes care of family no matter how bad it is or what the cost to us personally is [...]That's what we do. We're Torpedo Ink and that IS Torpedo Ink.
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Christine Feehan |
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It had been Ink who had drawn out the original tree that represented Czar in their colors. That sturdy trunk with many roots. The seventeen branches represented the survivors. In the original drawing there had been eighteen branches. The crowd were the children they had tried to save--Steele has tried to save. The skulls rolling in the roots represented the men and women they had killed in order to survive--or the ones they killed to exact vengeance for those children who had never left their prison.
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Christine Feehan |
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Steele felt the weight of that sacred ink on his back. It was there for a reason, to remind all of them they were stronger together.
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Christine Feehan |
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Breezy had learned, practically from birth, to let things go. If they weren't big and didn't threaten to swallow her whole, she dismissed them from her mind. If she really needed to deal with something, she thought about it carefully, formulated a plan and then carried it out.
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Christine Feehan |
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I would charge he'll with a bucket of water to get you back. I'd fuckin' search hell for you, Breezy. Dont ever think you can exchange your life for mine, because it isn't going to happen. I wouldn't let it happen.
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Christine Feehan |
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Breezy laughed and the sound went through him the way it often did, lighting his world. She sounded bright and happy and she shed that light on him. She took him right out of the violence, the blood and death and vile world he lived in to draw into the sunshine with her.
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Christine Feehan |
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They'd always kept eyes on one another. Always. It was Czar's rule. Their rule. Their code. Their promise to one another. It was how they survived. But he hadn't. He'd taken his eyes off Demyan and he'd died in the worst possible way.
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Christine Feehan |
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Love for her welled up so strong, so intense, the pressure in his chest made him feel as if he might be having a heart attack.
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Christine Feehan |