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Am I the kind of person who can handle being thrown away twice? I ask myself this, and yet, I know. I’m not. I’m not strong. I break easy, and I break hard. It’s less like a crack and more of a shatter, making the pieces of me painfully difficult to repair.
“Nico is gay,” he tells me. “He isn’t shy about it. And Armani—” “Can speak for himself.” “—fucks anything he finds pretty.” Armani lets out a long sigh. “Thank you for so crudely informing our sister that I’m bisexual.”
“You could call us friends,” he says with a lift of his shoulders. “You’d be wrong, though.”
“Your first kiss was on my lips, I know you aren’t what she called you.”
“Krasotka, when I fuck you, you’ll be madly and irrevocably in love with me. It’ll be shortly after I put a ring on this little finger,”
“Dmitri will be Pakhan, and that means who he chooses for his wife is the only person more important to keep alive than he is.”
“Krasotka, if I see your soaked little pussy right now, I’ll devour her. Your legs will be in the air, and my mouth will be on you until you’re crying.”
“Tonight, while you’re tucked away in bed, rubbing your little clit to this memory, I’ll be fucking my fist thinking of your taste and how goddamn pretty you are when you come for me.”
“That fucking girl is my girl.”
“My. Girl,” I repeat. “My woman, the future mother of my children, my soon-to-be wife,” I trail on, growing angrier with every word. “She’s mine. Should have kept your mouth shut, Bosen. Now look at what you made me do.”
“Jade, you’re it for me. If you're not pregnant and you wanted to be, I’d knock you up right now.”
Unfortunately for my desire to hate him, Dmitri made it impossible. He loves my daughter the way she deserves, even if she’s too perfect for anyone to deserve her.
