The Black Dagger Brotherhood (51 page)

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Authors: J. R. Ward

“Sure.” Except when V brought up his business hand and started taking off that glove, Butch recoiled. “What are you going to do with that thing?”
“Trust me, true?”
Butch barked a laugh. “Last time you said that I ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?”
“Saved your ass. That's how I found you.”
So that had been the why of it. “Well, then, fly me some of that hand.” Still, as V put the glowing thing close, Butch winced.
“Relax, cop. This isn't going to hurt.”
“I've seen you toast a house with that bastard.”
“Point taken. But the
Firestarter
routine isn't going down here.”
p. 87
She pulled back the sheet. Good God, his sex was . . . “It's gotten so . . . huge.”
Butch barked out a laugh. “You say the nicest things.”
p. 117
“Man,” Rhage muttered, “someone hit this place with the Hallmark stick.”
“Until it broke.”
p. 143
“When the females tie you down, do they paint your toenails and shit? Or just do your makeup?” As V laughed in a loud crack, the cop said, “Wait . . . they tickle your pits with a feather, right?”
p. 150
Before Butch knew what was doing, V grabbed his forearm, bent down, and licked the cut, sealing it up quick
.
Butch yanked out of his roommate's hold. “Jesus, V! What if that blood's contaminated!”
“It's fine. Just f—” With a boneless lurch, Vishous gasped and collapsed against the wall, eyes rolling back in his head, body twitching.
“Oh, God . . . !” Butch reached out in horror—
Only to have V cut the seizure off and calmly take a drink from his glass. “You're fine, cop. Tastes perfectly okay. Well, fine for a human guy, which really ain't my tail of choice, you feel me?”
Butch hauled back and nailed his roommate in the arm with his fist. And as the brother cursed, Butch popped him another one
.
V glared and rubbed himself. “Christ, cop.”
“Suck it up, you deserve it.”
p. 193
“Shit . . . you're right. I apologize.”
“Can we screw the ‘sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?”
p. 194
“V, you know I love you like a brother, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You feed her and I'll tear your fucking throat out.”
p. 218
“That's what I like to hear. ” The Reverend slid into the booth, his amethyst eyes scanning the VIP section. He looked good, his suit black, his silk shirt black, his mohawk a dark cropped stripe that ran front to back on his skull. “So I want to share a little news.”
“You getting married?” Butch tossed back half the new Lag. “Where you registered? Crate and Bury 'Em?”
“Try Heckler and Koch.” The Reverend opened his jacket and flashed the butt of a forty.
“Nice little poodle shooter you got there, vampire.”
“Put a hell of a—”
V cut in. “You two are like watching tennis, and racquet sports bore me. What's the news?”
Rehv looked at Butch. “He has such phenomenal people skills, doesn't he.”
“Try living with him.”
pp. 219-220
“You're such a pain in the ass.”
“Said the SIG to the Glock.”
p. 281
Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good—
He looked down, pissed off.
Oh, wrong hand
.
p. 316
“Marissa,” he mumbled, taking her hand. “Don't want to see you drink so much.” Wait, not really what he'd been going for. “Ah . . . don't you to see me drink so much . . . want.”

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