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.

Anthony, Nick, and William still fought over me, but Nick? Nick claimed me. He destroyed the competition.

If Juliet needed a break, then she could take a fucking vacation on my cock.

Juliet was mine. Her body. Her soul. Her heart, future, and pussy. I just shared her because… Because… Because I didn’t fucking know why. It made her happy, it made Anthony healthy. It made William bold.

“We still have a lot to work through, Little Fighter. I just wanted to give you a taste of what you’re missing by keeping your distance.” And with those parting words, he spun around, grabbed my cart, and strolled toward the checkout counter like he didn’t just finger fuck me on aisle nine.

Sometimes struggle was just a wall you had to climb over to get to the heart of a relationship.

“I’ll punish you, if that’s what you really want. But I’d much rather love you instead.”

Nick had weaponized silence. He knew just how long to let the quiet stretch to make his opponent uncomfortable.

Vicky was a motherfucking liar. Anthony was a dead man. William was about as useful as wet tissue paper, and my ass? My pathetic ass was pussy-whipped.

Blood was thicker than water and stronger than resentment, I suppose.

I couldn’t help but be curious. Knowing everything was another lesson my father taught me. He said I should never be ashamed of seeking answers, because the more I knew, the more powerful I was.

“The truth is, we’re all a product of this fucked up world, Juliet. Part of loving them means loving their evil, too. Anthony almost killed you. Nick controlled you. William broke your heart. You’ve decided that they’re forgivable. I just hope one day you can see that I’m worthy of it, too. It’s not about being good or bad. It’s about realizing that all we have is each other. We’re better together. It just took being away from them for me to realize that.”