Wrath (Malice Mafia, #2)

by Coralee June

But oddly enough, my humanity died when I fell in love. It was the price I had to pay for selling my soul to three monsters.

Do or die. Bleed or flee.

“You think I don’t know every hair on your head? The color of your skin when it bruises? The fear in your eyes? The way you tremble when you’re scared? I know every fucking nuance of your body, Juliet. I know your mind. In fact, I’ve crawled inside every fucking crack in your soul and built a home for myself there. Not only did you lie to me, but you insulted our relationship by pretending I couldn’t see how much you’re suffering right now.”

Would you rather drag a broken man back to his dungeon, or welcome a healed man back into your arms?”

When your madness grew legs, you had to let it run. Escaping was like a tourniquet around the neck. To save the heart, you had to cut off the head.

“I love you, Anthony. We can get through this. Please don’t ever leave me again.” “I’m so sorry,” I repeated as she ran her fingers through my hair and stared into my eyes with such divine devotion. Gentle, gentle, gentle. In and out. In and out. I was going to do better. I was going to be better. I was going to be worthy of this beautiful woman I didn’t deserve.

I couldn’t even force myself to feel sympathy for him. There was no pity in my gaze. He was weak. He wasn’t strong enough to protect those that he loved. It was survival of the ruthless.

“I’m going to be strong for you, Juliet.” The promise that escaped Anthony’s lips surprised me. “Okay,” I replied, my voice cracking.

“I’m gonna work hard to be worthy of you,” he then said. “That’s the thing, Nick, I never asked you to prove yourself. I just wanted you. I don’t need the walls you’re willing to build around me. I don’t need your financial security. I don’t need your protection or your gifts. I need your time and love and acceptance. I need room to breathe, and trust. More than anything, I need trust.”