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“Sometimes the cheapest things are the most valuable.”
“Put. It. Down.” Nicolas’s words carried a calmness with a hint of animosity, like the ocean before a storm.
One second, two seconds. Stefan was hesitating— Bang.
Something warm and wet hi...
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Jesus, what I could do to that ass.
“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.
Elena’s soft laughter filtered through the room, hitting me in the chest. My jaw tightened. Lorenzo was not that fucking funny.
“Hit a woman in front of me and you won’t be alive to do it again,” Nico growled.
Salvatore puffed on his cigar one last time, before contemplatively putting it out. “Elena isn’t a possibility, even if I wanted to give her to you.” His gaze came to me, showing me that he didn’t. “She’s engaged.”
“Who?” The question escaped me, and I fucking prayed he wouldn’t answer. His gaze narrowed as he took a sip of whiskey. “Oscar Perez. Colombian.”
When a familiar face appeared on the screen, my pulse stilled. And when the words “Oscar Perez” followed by “found shot execution style in front of his apartment,”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.
She chose me instead of her papà. And fuck, if that hadn’t filled me with a warm wave of satisfaction.
Warmth flamed to life inside me. “You’ll be a Russo soon, so it doesn’t count.” She trailed a finger down my neck. “Next weekend.” Tomorrow. But she didn’t need to know that yet.
After her papà had threatened to change his mind, I’d decided I wasn’t risking waiting. Elena was mine, and tomorrow she’d take my name to prove it.
Jesus, I didn’t think I’d fucked another woman since I’d met this girl. Truthfully, I was pretty sure I was obsessed, and I didn’t give a single fuck about it anymore. I just wanted to keep feeding it. Fucking her, kissing her, eating her out, over and over, until I was dead. The idea that I couldn’t made me feel sick, like I was catching a bad case of the flu or something.
My gaze froze to ice. “Since we’re getting the threats out of the way—if you ever do anything stupid enough to get another gun pointed at her head, I’ll skin you alive. Got it?”
“Nico, what if the Three Fates were real and I’d been destined for another?”
“I guess I’d have to find those Fates and burn them to the ground.”
I loved the fucking woman.
Nico didn’t treat me like glass. He shattered the reflection of an empty life staring back at me. He taught me how to soar.
“I love you,” I breathed.
“And I love you, Elena Russo.”
