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“Shut up, man, I’m talking to my sister,”
awwww
I left her unprotected, and she was hurt because I wasn’t there. Because of them, she thought I left her.
“I’m sorry, Princess,” I say softly. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She’s in my arms before I realize I’m moving. “No, no, shh. It’s okay. Don’t cry, alright? I’ve got you.” My girl is too beautiful to cry over those pieces of shit. It’s all over now. Red smears across her cheek from my thumb, and the sight of her covered in my favorite color makes me feel more deranged.
Roman. Roman. Roman. Roman. That’s not my name, not to her. It sounds wrong on her tongue—feels wrong—like she’s talking about a stranger, not the person who hasn’t left her side in fourteen years. The very same person who has made sure she was warm and fed and never felt alone or afraid. The one who would do anything for her.
“I could never leave you. There is no me without you.”
“I love you, Bella. I never wanted to leave you,
“You never needed me. You needed someone to love you for who you were. I love you—all of you.”
“Call us friends. I dare you.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I laugh dryly to myself. “Everyone leaves me.”
“Not me,”
“Neve...
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Do I tell him that, deep down, I know he’d never leave me—now, at least? Part of the reason he was in prison was because of me. Then every second since he’s gotten out has been dedicated to me. From my favorite snacks in the cupboards, to the soaps, and my Mickey Mouse doll that appeared on the bed after my shower. Hell, even doing up a whole house just for us.
“There’s no point living if you don’t feel alive. I’m going to make you a promise; you’re going to wake up every day knowing that your heart is full and you have someone who will never leave your side. It’ll be my life’s goal to make you so happy that you shit rainbows and eat butterflies. You’ll never live feeling like you need more.”
“Because you took it from me. I knew you cared about me and lent me every piece of your heart that you had. But there’s a quote I once read: Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt.”
“Do you feel me, Isabella?”
“I am skin and bone, living and breathing. I am not a ghost. Most definitely not to you.”
“I missed you so much, Bella. I woke up every morning, counting down the minutes until I could go back to sleep so I could see you.” Soft, dark hair brushes against me as he lowers his head to mine, taking all the air from my lungs. “In prison, I couldn’t keep anything physical. No pictures, no bracelets, or drawings. But everything reminded me of you, and I finally understood the meaning of looking under the same moon.”
“Because you know you’re not just a girl.”
Roman has always made the hard days easy, and the good days great. And… and I don’t want to lose that—him.
"Run." His chest rumbles while his deep, darkened gaze locks with mine, descending goosebumps along my skin. “I’ll give you a head start. But know, I will catch you. Every
time. You’ll scream, beg, and fight, but there will be nothing stopping me from claiming you.”
“Run. I dare you.”
The pain doesn’t register beyond the need to keep running and the desire to meet the hunter when I’m caught.
“But I’m a virgin.”
“Good girl. You waited for me.”
“And you didn’t.”
“Who said that?” he hums, rolling his hips in slow, languid motions. “What? You think I’ve ever had eyes for anyone else?”
“How many times do I need to tell you that you’re the only one for me?”
“Do you see what I’d do for you? You drive me crazy—I’m fucking crazy. For you. Only you. Tell me you get that. Tell me you get that?”
Five minutes later, I’m stepping into the car while Roman slaps the roof, hooting, “Road trip, baby.”
Why isn’t she madly obsessed with me yet?
Actually, hey, that’s an idea. Maybe I could cuff us together so she can never leave my side (aka, she’ll have no choice but to shower with me). I’m a genius. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?
Rico plasters me to his side and taunts the beast in the ring. “I got your girl, chico.”
rico 😭😭 i love him
In the ring in front of at least a hundred people, to Roman, having me marked on his chest isn’t enough. He wants to win while he’s holding a part of me. He’s
going to beat a man while showing everyone who he belongs to.
I can just imagine how much shit Rico would have given him if he knew that he was shot by an old lady.
LMAO CLOCK HIM
Ares, God of War.
That’s my man up there.
“Go, Mickey!” I yell with every bit of energy I have. Roman’s smile isn’t slow or weary; it detonates across his face. But he isn’t looking at his opponent like he’s the prey. He’s looking at me like I’m the one he wants to ruin.
YEAH BABY
He isn’t just declaring that I’m his, but he’s also mine.
“What? You think I wouldn’t have the energy to make you scream after I almost kill someone? Baby, that was an appetizer. You’re my whole meal.”
Above all of that, he chose me.
Every single time, he chose me. He does it all for me. How many times has he risked his life, just to spend the money on something that would put a smile on my face?
He’s real, and he wants me—not my flesh, me. He could have anyone and anything...
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It’s my monster.
“I could do whatever I want to you, and you’ll be soaking wet, begging for it. Do you know why?”
“Because you’re mine, Bella. Perfectly made for me. My personal little princess to fill, to fuck, and to… eat.”
The power in his stance as he towers over me could end a lesser woman. Shadows flicker across his abs while the image of pure bliss takes over his face. Heavy lids and parted lips. The rapid rise and fall of his taut chest. I did that. I made Roman look like he was about to crumble to his knees.
“That’s my girl,” he moans.
