Severed by Vengeance (The Severed Signet, #1)

by Elle Maldonado

“Listen to Cat. She’s a smart woman.”

“This is his son. It’s the only part of him I have left.”

I’d tasted her name on my tongue and burned it to memory in time with the image of her gorgeous face. Even on days when my plan faltered, when I would vacillate between leaving and never coming back, the need to see this woman, speak to her, taste her just once overtook my thoughts.

That was never more apparent than when I drew a deep breath, inhaling the scent long branded in my memory. It permeated every inch of the small space. Intoxicating as it was addictive.

“You were his only son. His heir. He always talked about being unable to have children with Pam. And he just abandons you and lets you enter the system. That’s almost unforgivable.”

Perhaps she thought she’d been too forward, yet she was utterly oblivious that she no longer had a choice. She was mine. Better she understood that sooner than later.

Derek was definitely flirting, and still, I suggested we be friends, knowing damn well platonic would be a short-lived status between us. I could feel it. Feel what his touch did to my insides and my underwear.

I was fascinated because, despite my anger and disillusion from the information I learned, my love for James remained unchanged. And Derek was all I had left of him.

“Who did this?”

two, whatever you do when I’m not around is one thing, but when you’re with me, I’m not going to sit by like some pussy while you risk your safety.”

Fuck every single one of them. For Eva, I’d go to war with the whole goddamn world.

She was wholly unaware of the lengths I was willing to go to, the people I’d kill without so much as a second thought if it meant she was safe. The day I’d set eyes on Evangelina, something inside me shifted out of place. Out of balance. The fabric of my very existence had been unraveled. The code I lived by. All of it, in shambles. She’d turned my world upside down and inside out.

“And that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

I’d cum

“I told you I was no good for you. But it’s too late now,” I said, giving my dick long, hard strokes. “You’re mine now,

The realization of how utterly fucked we were dawned on me at that moment. This was it. We were too far gone. And I didn’t give a single fuck.

As long as I was with this woman, nothing else mattered. I would die here. Die for her. Kill for her. Anything for her.

Visions of a future when waking up to her were the norm cycled through my mind, like the clips of a cliché romance movie.

This woman. God, this woman. There was no doubt in my mind. She was mine. Made for me. Born to ruin me.

“I’m no hero, Eva.” He leaned in and grabbed the nape of my neck. “I’m something else entirely. Nothing and no one else matters to me. I’d bathe the whole goddamn world in blood for you.”