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“I not only forced Blake to marry me, I also set her house on fire so that she’d move in with me.” Rafe makes a surprised huff. “I didn’t realize this was a competition, but all right, you win.”
Why would he come back to New York just to die? He wouldn’t do that to protect me. My father would have never put my mother’s life above his own, and Nero is just like him. A criminal who thinks about himself first and foremost.
Since when do you want a simple life? What happened to your thirst for adventure, passion, romance? It disappeared once I realized living the plot of a romantic thriller is a lot more difficult than simply reading it.
“This one killed one of our guys by shooting him in the back. Nothing I hate more than cowards,” Alessio explains. “Sure. Makes sense.” It doesn’t make any sense.
🤣
I should have taken a minute to come up with answers to all of these perfectly reasonable questions, but I was so eager to talk to her, I didn’t think this through.
No sh**
“And you’re his…” I squeeze the phone in my hand. “I’m his wife.”
This stupid girl
In the aftermath of finding out about his lies, I thought every bit of love I had for this man had been expunged out of me, but no, it’s still there. It might be twisted, darkened, and bruised, but it’s there.
I thought I’d give you a courtesy call before coming over to kill you, and Blake picked up and explained the situation.” I’m sorry, what? Did he just say what I think he said? “Kill him? You wanted to kill him for being late?”
She has no idea the world she walked in on lol
God, what’s wrong with me? This man forced me to marry him, and here I am fluttering.
Does he have anyone in this city besides me? I’ve been feeling so alone since he brought me here, yet I never considered he might be feeling lonely too.
“I know you look down on this life, Blake, but it saved me and my mom. And my stepdad taught me that the labels society assigns things—the good and the bad, the moral and the immoral—are made up. There are no absolutes in life. Only once you accept that can you find true freedom.”
There are some things in this life that are undeniably bad. And being a criminal, the kind that kills people, is immoral. It’s wrong.
Ugh girl shut up
I might not be a consigliere anymore, but my reputation didn’t disappear overnight. If another man touched you, I would cut off his dick before I killed him and deliver it to you in a box.”
“Why are you touching me?” “Because I’m obsessed with you, baby. Haven’t you realized that by now?”
Last night, I lay in bed wondering where the anger that used to burn so brightly was. I couldn’t find it. I’ve…forgiven him.
“When are you going to understand that other women don’t exist for me anymore? There’s only you. There will only ever be you.”
But if I tell him the only thing still keeping me from accepting this new life is my belief that I can never be truly happy with someone like him, someone who lives in the shadows, someone who forced me to marry him, I’m afraid he will make it his mission to prove me wrong. I’m afraid he’ll convince me to believe in a fairytale, a story that’s not real.
“I’ve hurt you, so let me make it better. Let me give you pleasure to make up for the pain.”
It feels like a cruel curse to love a man who isn’t right for me.
Join us for an unforgettable evening under the glow of the full moon, where fantasy will meet reality. We welcome you to indulge and fulfill your deepest desires without restraint.
This bouta be some swingers shit
Nero and I exchange a look, but strangely enough, I’m not nervous. It takes me a second to realize that it’s because…I’m with him.
I press my forehead to hers. “You’re it for me. You are my first love. And you are my last.”
It saves me from the agony of trying to decide between what I want and what’s “right.” For the first time in my life, those two things don’t align. What I want is Nero—a criminal who’d die for me, who’d kill for me, who’d give up everything for me.
He set my house on fire to keep me close to him. What kind of a lunatic does that?
She’s given herself to me physically, but I don’t just want her body. I want all of her to be mine, without any hesitations, doubts, or fears. And I won’t give up until I get that.
Maybe that’s the problem with never having loved anyone before her—I made love into something mythical, something that can conquer all. But maybe love is simpler than that. Maybe it’s just doing the right thing for the other person, even if it tears you apart.
