My Dark Ever After (My Dark Mafia Romance, #2)

by Giana Darling

How could I go back to water, having become drunk on wine?

I feel you babe 😈😈

Killing a man for trying to hurt me was not romantic.

Really babe?

Of the fact that if I died, I would never see Raffa again even if I wanted to.

lol she can’t stop thinking of Raffa

My nails, honed to pretty, sharp points and painted Raffa’s favorite red, dug

She can’t stop no matter how hard she tries

“You know who I am,” the man said before ducking his head into the car and fixing me with that familiar pale-bronze stare. “Raffa.” The word fell from my mouth in an exhale of shock and relief.

Yay

dreamed of kissing him every single night. Literally. My sleeping hours were filled with erotic dreams I couldn’t escape from.

I realized then that love didn’t die. You could shoot it in the face the way Raffa had shot the man in the closet, but it didn’t drop dead. No, love bled out like a nonfatal wound,

Wow so deep babe. A philosopher 😂

Your safety is more important than my happiness.”

Raffa 🥹🥹🥹

“The man you fell in love with is not the lie,” he insisted, the words a sibilant hiss. “How can you not see that it is everything else that is the lie? The man I am with you is the truest me in every sense. The man I wish I could be if circumstances were different. The man I am inside the heart I gave to you.”

had you watched. You think it is because I did not respect your decision to leave me? Cazzate. I had you followed because there was no other way to keep myself away from you. How could I live without knowing if you were all right? How could I breathe?”

“Guinevere,” he said, all exasperation and heat, his fingers gently pinching my chin so I was forced to meet his gaze. “I would have been on the next plane out if you so much as broke your little toe.”

This man 🤌🏽🤌🏽😭

“If you do not want to believe that I love you, then at least believe this: I would do anything to keep you safe. And yes, that means I would happily take a red-eye to America. Yes, I would rip a man apart with my bare hands for so much as leering at you. Yes, I would raze this whole city to the ground if it turned against you. No one is safe from me but you,” he vowed darkly, eyes deep enough to swallow the world. “If you believe anything of me, believe that.”

Believe that babe!

think it’s fair to say you can’t keep me safe even when I’m in your bed, given an intruder almost blew my head off on my last night spent in your home.”

Ouch low blow

“I would rather have you alive and hating me than dead. So hate me if you will, Guinevere, but you are going back to Italy with me, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

I absolutely did not want Raffa’s man-killing hands gently tending to me. It wasn’t something my heart could survive.

😂😂😂

“I am sorry, Guinevere,” he murmured, thumbs sweeping over my cheekbones. “Sorrier than I have words in English or Italian to say.”

Love is not something that recognizes just the good in someone. It sees the bad and ugly. It acknowledges the dark because it accepts every part of who a person is. I am not all good. I am not even divided wholly in half. But whatever good I am I would give to you. Whatever bad I have I would use to shield you from harm. All I ask for in return is that you love me for who I am. Not Prince Charming, but tuus Rex Infernus.”

I no longer gave a fuck. Even if she could not accept me as her lover once more, she would live with me as her shadow whether she liked it or not. No harm would ever come to Guinevere Stone again.

Is this the last straw?

Any future monsters who might come for her would find me there to scare them away. 103 I was, quite clearly, born to love her. So after weeks of being unable to express it, I let all the love I harbored for her in my black heart spill over into the simple act of bathing her.

Like the moon, I have a dark side of my heart too. I just so happen to love you with all of it, the shadowed soul and the light.”

Poetryyyyyyyy

but I see you, Guinevere. I see you, and I know you love just as savagely.”

“There will never be a day that I will stop loving you,” I confessed with a blasé shrug, as if that love did not dictate every beat of my heart. “So yes, even then. There is nothing I would not give you. Nothing I would not do for you.”