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“Thank you for being the best father a girl could ask for. Thank you for being everything I needed and taking care of me. Thank you for loving me.”
There’s no fighting the inevitable.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to his forehead, then whisper, “Addio, fratello. Ti vendicherò.”
Even the heavens weep for you, Giulio. That’s how fucking special you were.
My voice is hoarse as I say, “I’ll miss you so fucking much, Giulio.”
Crying like a baby
Dario holds my stare as he says, “That’s her father’s doing, Renzo. She might not know where the kidney came from. Did you even think about that?”
I mean…
God. Do I tell Dad? What if he wants me to see a therapist or takes away the little freedom I’ve gained? What if I’m overreacting and I make Dad worry for nothing?
What if he paid for someone to have their kidney taken and now you are about to get kidnapped by a very angry older brother?
There’s no reason for some strange, hot man to stalk me.
What the hell is he calling me in Italian?
Dario’s mouth curves into a hot smile with a hint of playfulness. “Relax, bellissima. I’m the nice one.” “Stop calling her beautiful,” Renzo suddenly growls, something possessive in his tone.
Dario’s favorite word 😭🤣
Reluctantly and very fucking awkwardly, I take the baby, instantly anxious I’ll drop him.
“You’re their godfather. You should bond with them,” Franco says. “I know. They just terrify the fuck out of me,” I admit with a soft chuckle.
“Love hormones. They release when you hold babies or puppies. Why do you think I’m so much calmer? I’m constantly high on the shit.”
“And right now, I’m thinking about forcing you to marry me so you can give me the heir I lost. After all, I’m stuck with you for life. I might as well get something out of it.”
I’ve never seen Renzo watch regular TV. He just uses it as if it’s an oversized computer screen.
“The one where you think flirting with me will make me care enough to let you go.” My eyes flick to hers. “I’m not that kind of man. If you make me love you, there’s no fucking way I’ll let you go. You’re fighting a losing battle.”
In Skylar’s darkest moment, I realize I’ve fallen for her. Hopelessly, irrevocably, madly in fucking love.
“You’re not fine, and I want you checked out. If your body rejects the kidney because of this, I’ll fucking burn the world down. Think of having the checkup as you saving mankind from extinction.”
“Okay. Tell me, and I’ll make sure you get to India in one piece.” “Renzo!” Skylar gasps.
Listen to the wording babe… he never said alive. He said one piece.
Enrique’s eyes go wide as saucers, “We had a deal!” The corner of my mouth lifts in a smirk. “Yes. I agreed to make sure you get to India in one piece. I didn’t say whether you’d be dead or alive.”
“She had to watch as you killed him,” I hiss as I hold the knife ready over his stomach. “And I had to watch as she fucking broke.”
By taking my bloody hand, she stepped into my world and left her own behind.
“Fuck no, you’re not my roommate,” he mutters.
This man is struggling
Dario’s eyes move between Renzo and me, then he says, “Something’s changed between the two of you.” “Renzo doesn’t want to kill me anymore,” I answer.
I’ll love her so fucking hard she’ll have no choice but to love me back.
“You’re mine, amo,” I groan. “You’re fucking mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
“Even when you put the fear of God in me, I couldn’t help but notice. It’s actually very deceiving and unnerving.” Her gaze meets mine again. “It makes you more terrifying.”
It just happened, and I had zero say in the matter. One second I wanted to strangle her, and the next, I wanted to fuck her.
“I didn’t have much of a choice,” I tease him. “You took my heart captive, and I just had to make peace with it.”
“Yukhaejang.” A smile spreads over Renzo’s face. “I should’ve guessed. I’ll get the sign made. Just write it down for me, or I’ll butcher it because I can’t pronounce that word for the life of me.”
I always thought I’d end up with some kind of businessman who works nine to five and plays golf on the weekends. Instead, my man works all kinds of hours and kills people left, right, and center.
“I love you.” Dario’s mischievous expression fades away, and he looks a little shocked. He quickly turns his head and glances out of the window. “If you cry, I’m going to shoot you,” I mutter.
“Christ, come look at this spread,” Dario says from behind us. “Fuck poker. I’m sitting with the women.”
She lets out a chuckle. “Hey, at least my stalker was hot.”
She’ll be the Chef de Cuisine. The queen of her own empire. My queen.
“Fuck fate. She’s here because of me,” I mutter, which makes the two women laugh.
“Oh my God. Half the critics in New York are out there,” I whisper, my stomach a tight ball of nerves. “They better not dare say anything bad,” Renzo mutters. “Or there will be bodies floating in the Hudson.”
“It was the biggest arrangement I could fit into the elevator,” Renzo says. “I was aiming for a rose for every tear you cried because of me.”
“This is a you-belong-to-me ring. It has a tracker so I can find you if you’re ever in trouble.”
It has a tracker 🤣🤣
“We should buy the orphanage and adopt them all,” I mutter.
