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And no matter what anyone said about the state of things since everything that had happened with the rival gang’s leader, Ryder Draconis, Oscuras were absolutely not welcome here.
“You know what they say about getting too comfortable when you’re married. If you don’t watch out, you might find your wife’s attention wandering…” “My wife’s attention is always wandering,” he joked as we crawled on. “But she’ll never grow tired of me.”
he’d told me straight he knew what my problem was. You’re wild, Rosa. And you’d better make sure no one ever tames you.
“Will the great leader of the Oscura Clan be in the dog house tonight then?” “Only because I didn’t invite her along,” he teased and knowing what I did about his wife, I had to agree with that assessment.
“A morte e ritorno,” I said fiercely, quoting our family motto. To death and back. “A morte e ritorno, Rosa,” Dante said fondly, hesitating one final moment before throwing the glimmering black stardust over his head and leaving me behind.
“Ti farò diventare la mia cagna, ragazzo del coro,” I purred, twisting my fingers through a lock of my ebony hair and widening my eyes seductively. I’m going to make you my bitch, choir boy.
“Sembri un agnello, ragazzo del coro. Dovresti temere il lupo,” I said, dropping my voice an octave as I looked up at him, shifting my weight so I was angled towards him. You look like a lamb, choir boy. You should fear the wolf.
“I’m Rosalie Oscura of the Oscura Clan. I was raised by Bianca Oscura, mother of the Storm Dragon who I’ve ridden with in the clouds countless times.”
I was Rosalie goddamn Oscura and I didn’t bow to anyone, let alone fall apart over pretty boys with gorgeous hair.
I’d bedded two of the Celestial Heirs for the moon’s sake! And they were the most powerful Fae in the whole kingdom. I didn’t need my confidence bolstered or shattered by some stuck up Lion who’d spent the last ten years rotting in here believing the world had stayed still for him beyond these walls. I’d grown up. I’d loved and lost and lived. What the fuck had he been doing in that time?
Not long now, Jerome, I’ll finish this job in record time and be back for my paycheque before you even miss me.
Twelve looked around, absorbing every detail of the grey walls while I observed every detail of her.
You bulbous glowy slut, I hate you.
“I hear you’ve been causing quite the stir for such a little thing.” “Just call me a ladle and this place can be the soup,”
My black hearted sinner was really a saviour in disguise.
“She loves that you’re wild,” I commented, but what I really wanted to say was I love that you’re wild. And I’m so glad you never lost that.
I had to be strong, even when my body begged for me to betray that resilient part of myself. I would be her thief, her rock, her weapon, whenever she needed. But I could never be hers. And she could never be mine.
So if she wanted her to dance naked with nipple tassels on to the tune of Baby Shark then that was her concern. Not mine.
“Thanks for the bedtime story.” “You’re welcome. You can listen to more on my website at www dot Ethan’s cockle warmers dot com.” She tried to stop herself from laughing, but it slipped out and a satisfied grin pulled at my mouth in response.
I burst out laughing, racing after Rosalie as her laughter joined mine and we fled the scene of the crime. And holy shit did it feel good to be breaking the rules with her by my side.
“Because you’re mine, love. Not even death can take you from me if I decide against it.”
“She’s sad she can’t fix her hair nicely in here.” That one was rude.
But I’d tucked that nugget of information away for a rainy day. And it looked like today it was pouring.
