“Beckett started the Hummer and texted Eve:Tak4e Ur Cloth3s OFF Im on my qwayHer reply came back quick as lightning:Take ur clothes off and f*ck yourself.“One way or another, this chick is gonna kill me,” Beckett growled as the Hummer roared away.”

“Blake laughed as Beckett set him back on the seat and pointed a thick finger at the organ. “You ass-f**k this bitch. Ass-f**k it.” Beckett peeked over the balcony at Cole below. “Sorry, baby. I have too much dirty in me.”

“When your lips move, it makes me want to take my pants off right here.” Beckett went in for a kiss.”

“Simple shit makes this chick crap bubbles and rainbows" -Beckett”

“Blake and Beckett touched tattoos in greeting. Beckett turned his other arm over to show Blake his bandage. Blake lifted one eyebrow, and Beckett peeled the tape back to reveal his new Sorry tattoo, a perfect replica of his brother’s.“Cole got one too,” Beckett said.Blake looked off in the distance as his eyes filled with emotion.Beckett pulled Blake’s face back to look at him and held it in his hand. “Never alone, bro. You’re never alone as long as I live.”Blake nodded. “Thanks.”

“Don’t come here again. Ever,” he said, but instead of a threat, this sounded like a declaration of affection.“Beckett, you can kiss my ass,” Livia countered. “I’ll be here if you need me—or if I need you.”Beckett winked before growling angrily, surveying the parking lot, and turning to go back inside.”

“Beckett wanted only to get his brother on the motorcycle and out of Dodge. He’d refused to discuss his own options, and Eve didn’t see a whole lot of opportunity for Beckett to get out alive—no matter how well she picked off the enemy. Beckett was ready to martyr himself for brotherhood and past mistakes.”