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God, I was hoping these three had moved away after high school. Or maybe died of dysentery. I’m not picky.
“But you didn’t have to key my car, baby! It’s a classic!” “Nana’s a classic, Mason! NANA!”
Bella bites her lip. She probably thinks it looks seductive, but she’s getting lipstick on her teeth.
If you could see my whole life laid out on a string, this would be the one bright bead. The one moment of happiness.
“Greta’s the one who raised me,” I tell Camille. “Don’t you dare try to put that on me,” Greta says, scowling at me.
“I don’t ever want you to be jealous,” I tell her. “There’s nobody else, Camille. Nobody who ever made me feel like this.”
I want Camille like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. I want her to love me. She’s the only one who knows me, so she’s the only one who can.
But the thought of somebody talking shit on Camille makes me want to track down every single kid we went to high school with and wring their fucking necks.
“Cut it a little smaller why don’t you,” Seb grunts. “I forgot I had Groot coming after me,” I say.
“I’ve always felt things . . . intensely. Or I thought I did. But every emotion I ever had, my whole life through, is nothing compared to what I feel when I look at you. I don’t care about the car, or the money we just took, or anything else in this world. Next to you, all those other things just fade away.”
“Do you think you could ever love me, Camille?”
“I know I’ve got an awful history and honestly, I’m not much better now. My temper is shit. I want to kill any man that looks at you. I’m not . . . good with words, or feelings,” he takes a deep breath and I realize that Nero is nervous—almost as nervous as I am. “But I love you, Camille. I’ll never hurt you. You can trust me for that, if nothing else.”
This is Schultz’s one and only chance to leave Camille alone. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. I’d take down the whole Chicago PD if I had to. I’d murder every man in this city, one by one.
“Do you remember the first time I came to your house?” I ask him. “Of course.” “You said you weren’t anybody’s favorite.” He shrugs. “No, probably not.” “You’re MY favorite,” I tell him. “You’re my favorite person in the world.” He looks over at me, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“I won’t ever leave you,” Nero says. “Never, Camille. You’ll never have to wonder where I went. I’ll be right by your side.”
