Nero (Made Men, #1)

by Sarah Brianne

How come she never throws herself at me for a hug? I want a fucking hug.

I don’t want anyone else, and I’m not going to have anyone else, Elle.”

Nero grabbed her around her waist. “So, I’m just a friend?” Elle looked into his eyes. “I don’t know, are you?” “No, baby, I’m not.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Vincent whispered something else before he opened his eyes. “I was just thanking God for leggings.”

“The denial stage?” “Yeah. The five stages of heartbreak.”

“Sweetheart, I frankly don’t give a shit.”

Nero had just created a work of art, but Lucca, he made masterpieces.

“Did you make a wish?” Elle thought about how drastically her life had changed in a matter of a month. “Yes, but I’m not going to tell, or it won’t come true.” Nero picked up a strawberry off the plate. “I plan on making all your wishes come true.” “I have a lot of wishes,” Elle teased. “I think you’re worth it.”

I was never supposed to fall in love with her, but that was the best mistake of my life.

Nero was now going to take what was his, whether she wanted him to or not.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had heard his voice, the last time he had spoken her name. His voice still sang to her and stilled her soul, even after all that time.

Tonight will be the first night anyone has slept in that bed and in this place. I couldn’t sleep here until you were in the bed beside me where you fucking belong.”