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“I’m betting if you ask him for something he might just give it to you.”
I’d come to the conclusion that Nico made me as crazy as he was.
“So this is the Sweet Abelli.”
“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.
His heartbeats raced for me.
Every time I saw her, my blood burned hotter, searing the word mine into my chest.
I’d come to the conclusion I didn’t give a shit if she wanted to be with another: she couldn’t.
She chose me instead of her papà. And fuck, if that hadn’t filled me with a warm wave of satisfaction.
“I don’t think my papà likes you.” I laughed. “I don’t think many Abellis do.” “I do,” she whispered. Fuck. “Yeah?” “Yeah.”
Elena was mine, and tomorrow she’d take my name to prove it.
Damn, she was too beautiful. It fucking hurt to look at her.
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’d known she was mine even then.
“There is no other man for you.” Her lips quirked. “You’d make sure of that even in death?”
I like his sister? Was that what it was? Sounded mediocre in comparison to what I felt about Elena.
I was pretty sure I’d rather cut off my left arm than ever hurt her, but fuck if I was going to let him know she was my biggest weakness.
if you ever do anything stupid enough to get another gun pointed at her head, I’ll skin you alive. Got it?”
I would make this girl want me, need me, love me, because fuck if I was going it alone.
“Crazy about something.”
“You know what you mean to me, don’t you?”
Not if he kept saying things like that to me. Especially not if he said them as though he’d never been more sure about anything.
The worst had happened. I loved the fucking woman. And now my biggest weakness walked outside my body, with soft brown eyes and long black hair.
I’d give Christian an hour before I started tearing this city apart piece by piece.
He could be done with me, but I wasn’t ready yet. I missed him already, with a physical sense of loss that ached.
I hated any woman who got to touch him, to hear his voice in her ear and have his full attention. I hated her so much and she wasn’t even real yet.
“Did you love him?” His tone was indifferent, but a hint of something raw bled through.
Her messy black hair trailed down her back, and, for fuck’s sake, my chest grew all warm at the sight.
We stared at each other for a moment, the realization of how deep we were both in sweeping into the room. Amusing, as we were married, but also thrilling in its possessiveness and need. He was mine, and nobody else could have him.
“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.”
I told myself not to marry a handsome man, and what did I do? It was all my fault if I got rained on.
