The Carver (Fifth Republic #2)

by Penelope Sky

And even if someone ever tried to start something—” he looked me hard in the eye “—I would never let anything happen to you. I would die for you. I would let my body be pumped with a hundred bullets before you got a single scratch. I would slice my own fucking throat to spare you any discomfort.” His eyes shifted back and forth between mine. “You understand me?”

“I’m gonna marry her.” The shock was quickly replaced by a look of horror. “I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say?” “Luca, you know what I said.” “Bastien, you’ve known the girl for three months.” “I’m aware.” “You sound crazy right now. Crazier than usual.” The smirk remained. “I know.” “Look, I like Fleur and understand your fascination, but this is way too fast⁠—” “I didn’t say now, Luca.” He didn’t even bother to hide his relief at that statement. “Oh Jesus…” “Not now, but someday, she’ll be my wife. And when that day comes, I want you to tell her this story. How the two of us sat in this empty bar at

three in the morning, and I told you she was the one.”

“I’ll be back in an hour.” “But I want you to stay. I need you to stay…” I couldn’t stay even if I wanted to, not when I was so angry I could tear down his house with my bare hands. “I have to, sweetheart.” “I almost died⁠—” “And I’m going to kill the assholes who are responsible for that.” She finally understood and didn’t ask again. “Turn on the news when you’re done in the shower.” “Why?” “Because I want you to see what I did to them.”

I WANT TO PRINT THIS OFF AND HANG IT ON MY WALL