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To all the readers who like their fictional men a little unhinged. This one’s for you.
my biting response died a quick death when he reached up and brushed a thumb over my cheek.
I’D ENDURED TORTURE BEFORE. Knives, burns, shackles—I’d survived it all.
I knew all this already. I’d watched every interview and read every article she’d ever been mentioned in.
Most of all, I resented the fact that he had her.
Because they were getting married.
Because I saw her first. Because she was his when she should be mine.
DON’T HATE YOU. BUT I WISH I DID.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. And the more I watched her, the deeper my obsession grew, until its vines were so twisted up inside me, I couldn’t hack them off without killing myself too.
“Keep it up. I will take off my heels, and I will stab you with them,” I threatened.
If you were my fiancée, I wouldn’t look at another woman. Entertainment or not.
“Kada te konačno budem, poljubio nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”
Roman Davenport.
It’s only kidnapping if you’re not dead.
srce moje.”
It was stupid, but I collected his words the way I collected perfumes and shoes. They glinted like precious stones in the sand, proof that he trusted me enough to communicate with me openly when he didn’t have to. He simply chose to.
“Do you taste that, srce moje?” Vuk’s eyes burned into mine. “That’s the taste of your need for me. Not anyone else. Me.” He pushed his fingers deeper. I choked, my eyes welling with tears. “You’re mine, Ayana. I teško onom ko pokuša da mi te uzme.”
“There’s one thing you should know about me, Ayana,” he said, his breath grazing my ear. “I. Don’t. Share.”
Because lying unconscious next to me in a pool of blood, his skin whiter than death, was Jordan.
“I guess,” I said doubtfully. “But I like the dark and brooding thing better.”
This. This was why the Brotherhood had left me alone for all these years. They were professional killers, but when I locked onto a target, I was vicious. Pitiless.
Shadow. That fucking cat.
“I told you what would happen if you went near Ayana again.” I pressed the gun against his forehead. He sobbed. The scent of urine filled the air. “But I forgot to mention another thing. Don’t touch my fucking cat.”
“Nisam sklon kompromisima, srce, ali za tebe bih pristao i na hiljadu njih.”
“Cockblocked by a cat. Unbelievable.”
Ayana framed my face with her hands, her eyes bright. “I love you,” she said. “Not because you saved my life but because you’re you.” It was as if she’d read my mind. “Grumpy, sweet, smart, loyal… a little stabby at times, but no one’s perfect.”
I dropped my forehead to hers. “I don’t deserve you, Ayana Kidane,” I whispered. “But fuck, I love you too.”
