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443 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 6, 2021
“You’re the beat to my heart, Amara,”
“You’re not going to walk through life, Amara,” he uttered roughly, each word a vow that cemented itself in her heart. “You’ll dance through it. And I’ll fucking remove anyone who tries to break your rhythm. I promise you.”
“It works with you stopping me when you need to, and me stopping. Or you telling me to keep going, and me going on. Simple as that.”
“And if I keep stopping you?” she voiced the one fear she had.
“Then I stop. No questions.”
“One day, I’m going to put my ring on that finger, Amara,” he grit out, pushing up another inch into her. “One day, I’m going to put my babies inside you. Just wait for me, baby. Please wait for me.”
“We both fucked up, Amara,” he told her, his eyes blazing. “And we’re both going to own up to it. And we’re both going to talk about this and forgive and move on. I’m not giving you a choice here. I didn’t work my ass off all these years for something trivial as lack of communication to break us.”
“In sickness in health, in life in death, in murder in mayhem, isn’t that how it goes?”
❝I will kiss you and brand myself upon your heart, Amara,❞ he told her quietly. ❝Just make sure you’re ready for me to.❞
Amara has loved Dante Maroni, heir to the Heir to the notorious Tenebrae Outfit, for as long as she can remember. However, it's always been an unrequited love.
That all changes during her fifteenth year. That is the year she is abducted, tortured, and rescued.
Dante Maroni has always noticed Amara. Daughter of a kind housekeeper she has always been on his radar. However, the days, months, and years following Amara's kidnapping things change. Dante begins to fall in love with her.
Cut to the present. Amara and Dante are still fighting to keep their love alive. Can they do it when seemingly the entire mafia underworld is against them?
➜ ❝What if I get hurt?❞ she whispered into his jacket. He pulled back so she could see him, his eyes solemn, soft, sincere on hers.
His face dipped closer and he pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. ❝Then, I’ll kiss your scars.❞
➜ ❝You and I, Amara, we will never be anyone else’s,❞ he murmured, his words ghosting over her lips.
➜ … ❝Lie back,❞ she told him quietly and saw his lips pull up in his typical smirk.
❝As you wish, my lady.❞
A laugh escaped her. ❝Did you just quote The Princess Bride while I’m trying to seduce you?❞
❝You never have to try, Amara.❞ …
➜ ❝We’re not a love story. We’re a tragedy in the making. There’s no happy ending for us. I feel that you have a better future ahead of you, and you should take it.❞
➜ ❝So, will you play with me, my queen?❞
Amara looked into the eyes of the man she loved, saw that same love reflected back at her, and sealed their fates. ❝Yes, I will, my king.❞
Dante Maroni as a boy had been her unrequited; Dante Maroni as a man was her undoing.
She became his person. She became his.
ᴏʙꜱᴛᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴀ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ➜ ᴏʙꜱᴛᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ➜ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏʙꜱᴛᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ➜ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏʙꜱᴛᴀᴄʟᴇ ʙ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ➜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴇɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ➜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴛᴀᴄʟᴇ ʙ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ ɴᴇxᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ.
➜ ❝You ever try to leash me, I’ll fucking strangle you with it.❞
If angels could sing, that was the moment Dante heard the whole freaking choir.
➜ ❝You know I’m not going anywhere, right?❞ Dante mumbled through the fabric over his mouth, and finally, after a year of drilling, the younger guy spoke.
❝Piss off.❞
Gold. He’d hit gold. Dante grinned behind the handkerchief. ❝Nice to meet you too, Tristan. You’re my little buddy now.❞
➜ Morana rushed to perch herself on the space by her bed, her eyes going to Dante’s shirtless chest that he deliberately flexed because he knew it would rile Tristan up. On cue, Tristan glared at him.
❝Don’t you have a shirt?❞
Dante grinned. ❝Actually, no, I don’t Tristan.❞
Tristan sighed, and Amara chuckled as Morana leaned forward to hug her.
➜ ❝Dante will be a good Daddy,❞ Morana gave a cheeky wink, making Amara sputter. ❝So would Tristan,❞ Amara pointed out.
Morana raised her glass. ❝To finding good fathers for our kids. We scored in that department.❞okay that last quote didn't actually have Tristan physically present… oh well… semantics.
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“She was the beat to his heart and he was the beat to hers, both of them pulsing together.”