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“There’s no such thing as good money or bad money. There’s just money.” —Lucky Luciano
“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.” —Marilyn Monroe
“Don’t you look as beautiful as always,” he told me, giving me a kiss on each cheek and lingering too long. “Demasiado hermosa para las palabras.”
TEMPTATION IS HALF-NAKED, INNOCENT, AND dripping wet. And I am my idiot cousins.
“Every savage can dance.” —Jane Austen
THERE WERE TWO RULES I always followed. Never leave the house without my .45. And never put myself in a position I knew I couldn’t get out of.
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” —Marilyn Monroe
“I swear to God, Elena, if I find out you’ve let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box.” I swallowed. “And I do not. Fucking. Bluff.” He slammed the door behind him.
“Because you’ll fall in love with her,” she said. “And she won’t love you back.”
“I said I’ll never hurt you, Elena, but if I find out you’ve touched another man, there is nothing in this world that could save him.”
“I’ll let you know what interests me.” “Wedding stuff,” I said. “You know, the details that will tie us together for the rest of our lives?” “Sounds like you’re trying to scare me off.” “Is it working?” “Nah, I’ll take my chances.” The amusement in his voice did strange things to my nervous system.
“Fashion fades, only style remains the same.” —Coco Chanel
“Nico,” I said, then hesitated. I wanted to ask him so much. I wanted to know everything, but I knew he wouldn’t tell me. So, I settled with: “I’m thirsty.” “Ah, so it’s Nico when you want something,” he drawled, amused. “Come on. Let’s get you something to drink.”
“Why are you staring at me?” One heartbeat. Two. His voice was rough and his gaze was steady when he said, “Maybe I want to.”
“Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.” —Charles Maurice de Talleyrand
“Tell me,” Sebastian said, “why did you do it?” A heavy silence took over, and my chest tightened at Nico’s cavalier tone. “He had something I wanted.”
And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.
“Maybe I wanted to,” I whispered. He watched me for so many seconds it made my pulse race. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Come on. Let’s go inside.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me along. I followed. He was comfort, security, and need, all in one. It had a name. Home.
If perfection had a face, a body, a voice—this girl would be it.
I would make this girl want me, need me, love me, because fuck if I was going it alone.
It suddenly felt like I was in a twisted fairy-tale where the princess becomes infatuated with the evil king, and she chooses to stay in her tower even though the door is never locked.
“I have killed no men, that, in the first place didn’t deserve killing.” —Mickey Cohen
“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.” —Oscar Wilde
“You poor thing, you. Looks like you’re stuck with him for good. Ace might be a cheat at heart, but he always does exactly what he says he’s going to do.”
Whiskey and flame. Sleepless nights. Tattooed skin, white t-shirts, and rough hands. Love and lust and happiness. He was everything.
