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“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.”
“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.
Zade meadows who
This probably wasn’t doing anything for the women’s movement, but there really wasn’t one of those in the Cosa Nostra.
Elena’s soft laughter filtered through the room, hitting me in the chest. My jaw tightened. Lorenzo was not that fucking funny.
*nom nom nom* that’s me eating this shit up I love a man’s POV being jealous
There was always some vice that eventually killed a Russo. Irrationality. Idiocy. A penchant for unprotected sex with cheap hookers. My father’s was monetary greed. I was beginning to think mine was Elena Abelli.
“And why would it be such a bad idea?” I didn’t look at her, but I felt her sad smile. “Because you’ll fall in love with her,” she said. “And she won’t love you back.”
“There’s nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you.”
Okay non-fantasy Xaden
And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.
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 promise, Ace.” His lips tipped up. “Ace, huh?” I nodded lazily. “I’m trying it out.” And from that moment on, I called him Ace whenever I was drunk, Nicolas when I was mad, and Nico all the times in between.
