Devil's Thirst (The Moretti Men, #1)

by Jill Ramsower

I know I’m different from the people around me. I feel it down to my bones. It’s enough to make me wonder whether I’m different because of my parents’ treatment or if my parents couldn’t love me because I’m different.

I’m obsessed with Amelie Brooks, and I don’t care who knows it.

According to Lazaro, you can’t truly appreciate what you have unless you know what it’s like to have nothing. He was right.

“You chose me, Amelie. And that’s a decision that can never be undone.”

“There are only two things I’ll ask of you—loyalty and honesty—because that lays a foundation of trust. Everything else is negotiable.

If I’m going to lose my fucking mind over a woman, I’m not settling for scraps. I will own all her hopes and fears—her secrets will be my secrets—and she will be my purpose on this earth. That’s where this madness has taken me. Nothing else seems to exist beyond my need for Amelie.

When I’m around Sante, I feel seen. I feel wanted and important—things I’ve rarely felt in my life.

If there’s one thing I can say about my time in Italy, it’s that it was educational. Italians know sex.

“You kept the monsters away for me,” he tells me, voice raw with vulnerability. “When I was sleeping in a barn on dirt floors, thoughts of you gave me hope. At that wedding, I could see my own demons reflected in your eyes, yet you fought them back with such strength. I knew that if whatever had brought you that sort of pain was possible to overcome, then there was hope that I could do the same.”

I’ve fallen in love with my stalker. The boy with torment in his eyes and ferocity in his heart.

He looks deep into my eyes and, and I swear I feel him drop anchor somewhere in the depths of my soul.

“Amelie, I vow to follow you to the ends of the earth and love you throughout the journey. To live my life dedicated to your happiness and to strive each day to be worthy of your love. I will honor you, protect you, and keep you all the days of my life.”