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It’s physically painful for me to walk away from her, but I know that I must. I’m a bad man, but I won’t be her monster. No. I want to be her savior.
If Genevieve is my end, then I open the door to death with no hesitation.
She’s not ready to hear what I plan to do with her—to her. Most of all, she’s not ready to hear that I won’t be letting her go. Not ever.
“If you want to drill consequences into his head, do so with a bullet,” I cut in calmly.
“I want you so badly, it hurts to breathe without you near,” he whispers softly, finally—finally—gracing me with his voice.
“Because you possess my lungs, as you do my heart, Genevieve. And I intend to take yours for myself,” he answers, his voice deepening impossibly further.
“What’s your name?” I ask again breathlessly. “Ronaldo.” “Do you want to hurt me, Ronaldo?” “Never,” he answers. “I only want to cherish you, Genevieve.” “How do you know my name?” “I know everything about you. Just as I know you will love me, too.”
“I call you my rose because for you, I would take all your pain so you would suffer none,” I tell her softly. “I would go through hell for you. Die for you. Do anything you asked. I love you, mia rosa. More than you will ever know.”
“A queen has more important duties than undressing herself. Let me take care of that for you.”
“I would follow you anywhere, Genevieve. If you were standing at the edge of the earth and wanted to fall, I would only stop you long enough to take hold of your hand so I could go with you. There isn’t a life where I wouldn’t be your phantom, or a death where I wouldn’t be your reaper.”
“You think you’ll scare me—that you’ll make me scream. Yet screaming for you is exactly what I would love to do, Ronaldo.”
“If you wanted to rearrange my furniture, you could’ve just asked me.”
“You’re going to make me suffocate you!” I berate. He hardly has any room between my thighs, for God’s sake. “Does one stand beneath a waterfall expecting to breathe?” he retorts, clearly unconcerned. “I beg you to suffocate me, mia rosa. I’ll die a happy man.”
I will gladly wash my hands clean of blood if it means your hands will replace it.”
“There will never be another, nor will I live a life without you. Death awaits us all, Genevieve. Even still, it will not keep me from you.”
Phantom music begins to play from the radio, ripping my attention away. My mouth drops as an undeniable melody emits from the speakers. It’s fucking creepy, considering we hadn’t gotten the chance to plug it in yet. I grin, an excited smile stretching across my face.
Gigi and Ronaldo are dancing to Frank Sinatra in front of my fireplace, gazing at one another with so much love, it makes my heart ache.
