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She’s my wife. My son’s mother. Fucking mine. And I’ll go through hell itself if it means keeping her there.
Because sooner or later, her path will be a one-way road to me.
She’s still the fragile rose I want to shield from the world, lure her into mine, and swallow her in my darkness.
That’s my Lenochka.
“Not when you touch my fucking wife.” I place the muzzle to his forehead, then think better of it and grab my knife. I’m going to make this fucking personal and stab him until all his blood pours out. No one touches Lia and lives. No fucking one.
“You might have forgotten a few things, so let me remind you, Lia. You are my wife. Fucking mine. That means you don’t protect another man in my damn presence. No matter how much you try to shield him, I’ll find the bastard and kill him. Then, I’ll keep my promise and fuck you in his blood.”
“You…you were following me?” “For a few months before I met you, yes. So if I’d wanted to use you to get close to Lazlo, I would’ve done so around that time.” “Why didn’t you?” “Because you became fucking mine.”
One look into her eyes and I figured out she wasn’t you.”
“No. You’re not just my wife, the mother of my son, and completely and utterly mine, but you’re also the only woman I’ve wanted since the first time you begged me to fuck you when you were drunk.”
“That’s right. I am. I’m gonna be big as you and protect Mommy when I grow up.”
She once labeled me her villain, and that’s the most accurate label she’s ever given me. As is true with any villain, right or wrong is never black or white. It’s always gray.
