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I always assess in a room of people. I like to read them, probably better than they can read themselves.
And I can’t decide if I want to protect her or pin her to the wall and demand answers.
That’s what I’m good at. Assessing people better than they know themselves.
“You came up straight from hell, Dr. Quinn,” I whisper. He chuckles darkly. “How do you know? Were you holding my hand on the way up?”
“Because somehow, I wanted to show you how serious I am about this marriage. That it isn’t a game. That you fuckin’ own me, love. There’s only one way you’re getting your last name back, and that’s by becoming a widow.”
“Things you do to survive aren’t mistakes. Our pasts make us. They can ruin us if we let them.”
But by holding onto it, letting it live in your brain, you’re letting that memory win. You’re giving it power that it doesn’t deserve from you.“
“Sometimes you have to make light out of your trauma. I’m still standing. You choked me in your sleep, that's all. You have my consent to do whatever you want to me any time of the day, awake or not.”
“If something crumbles so easily, it was never meant to be. This is about revealing our true selves. It’s important to me.”
“Secrets only kill you in the end, Stephanie. Remember that.”
Maybe the truth will set me free. Or it’ll burn me alive.
“That’s the thing about fear,” he says softly. “It sharpens everything else. Every touch. Every sound. Every taste.”
I never found anyone else because I was waiting for her. My soulmate.
“I love you, temptress. More than I can stand. More than I ever thought I was capable of. I thought love was a weakness. I thought it would destroy me. But you—” My voice fractures, my throat burning as I press my forehead to hers. “You’re the only thing that’s ever made me want to fucking live.”
The mafia life might break you down. Sometimes destroy you. But it’s ours. It’s what we live for.
We’re the ones who fight the battles others won’t touch. Who’ve bled and sacrificed pieces of ourselves no one should ever have to give. And maybe that makes us dangerous. But it doesn’t make us evil.
