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I’ve had to accept the unfortunate truth that I’m fucking obsessed with Amelie Brooks. Her proximity has only intensified my curiosity. My craving. So, yeah. My plans are fucked.
And I don’t just want Amelie Brooks; I’ll go fucking insane without her.
that I’m not hopelessly broken. Violet. She’s eighteen months old now and the most precious thing in this world to me because I know love. And if I’m capable of loving others, then I’m capable
than a woman riddled with fear. “Devi calmarti, piccola ballerina.”
“Mi piacerebbe marchiarti, ma non così.” The melodic words spoken in his rugged baritone voice feel as intimate as a sensual caress. I get the sense he’s trying to lull me into a false sense of security. As if I’m going to realize I’m overreacting and laugh off the whole thing. He’s deranged. He has to be. My heart threatens cardiac arrest, a vise clenching tight around my ribs. He takes a determined step forward. “Maledizione, ti ho detto di smetterla.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but that’s not how this works. You chose me. I chose you. We haven’t fucked, but that’s only because I want you to get to know me first. We can skip ahead, though, if it means you start to understand that you’re mine.”
But the girl in me who only ever wanted her family to want her is completely drunk on the idea that this man is desperate to have me. Would it be so bad to test the waters? Maybe! He could be dangerous!
“You have no idea how committed I am. If you did, you’d be the one running.”
“Who are you, Isaac?” I ask quietly. His answer threatens to bring me to my knees. “I’m the man who’s going to keep you safe.”
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.
“This feel like something a villain would do?” “No.” I have to swallow before I can get the word out. “But it sounds like something a villain would say.”
another. I also wanted a bit of privacy because I want to see what Amelie’s given me. When I open my palm, I see the silver ring she’d flashed earlier. The one with the evil eye. Keeps the monsters away. She was trying to protect me the only way she knew how.
“Who did I say this body belongs to?” “You,” I breathe. “And that’s the problem. How will anyone else unlock a door when I’m the only one with the key?”
We make jokes about how their brains are always on, thinking of a million things at once, then we limit their access to leadership roles. It’s the fucking dumbest thing in the world. Totally counterintuitive. Those active brains help them see five steps ahead.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” I tease, pouring a couple of pancakes for myself. “Or what? You gonna use that spatula to torture answers from me?” I shoot a glare at him. “Never underestimate what a woman can do with a good spatula.”
“Too late. And if anyone gets any ideas at this point, I’ll pluck their eyes right out of the sockets. Hard to obsess over someone you can’t see.” I look at him, knowing he’s not joking in the slightest. “You say the sweetest things,”
