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Don’t just accept the hand you’ve been dealt in life. Sometimes, you need to be the dealer.
When I saw Ravenna Pisano descending the stairs, however, I barely managed to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. I’ve seen several pictures of her, but they didn’t do her justice. There are beautiful women. And then . . . there’s her.
How is it possible to want to kill a person, and feel the urge to protect them at the same time?
I haven’t touched a woman for eight years because neither sex nor any other kind of physical indulgence have interested me in the least. Revenge was my only desire. I lived for it. Nothing else mattered. And now, I’m lusting after one of my targets. It’s like fate has decided to royally fuck with me.
