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“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.”
“Because you’ll fall in love with her,” she said. “And she won’t love you back.”
“Congratulations,”
“You’re getting married.”
“To Nico.”
“I don’t know how to cook,”
“I have one,”
“I like to shop. I spend way too much money.”
“I have it.”
touching me. I would kiss whoever killed him.
“There’s nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you.”
All of a sudden I decided I had a thing for men’s backs,
“Tell me,” Sebastian said, “why did you do it?”
“He had something I wanted.”
He had something I wanted. And now I knew it was me.
And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.
My papà sold me to Oscar Perez. Nico killed him for me.
“Maybe I wanted to,”
“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.
Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. My pink dress to his black dress shirt and tie. We were so different, I realized then. Big and small. Hard and soft. Demanding and docile.
“Nico, I’m so sore.”
“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”
His heartbeats raced for me.
don’t think my papà likes you.”
“I don’t think many Abellis do.”
“I...
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she whispered. Fuck. “Yea...
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“You’ll be a Russo soon, so it do...
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“Next wee...
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Tomorrow. But she didn’t need to k...
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“No, but I think I’d like to be married first before I even consider it.”
Fine. We’ll discuss it tomorrow then.
I would make this girl want me, need me, love me, because fuck if I was going it alone.
“Why did you kill Oscar Perez?”
“Because you were mine.”
“You make me fucking crazy.” “Don’t blame me for your psychosis.” “You are my psychosis.” “Rude,”
The kitchen. The living room. The shower. The hallway. His bed.
I’d give Christian an hour before I started tearing this city apart piece by piece.
would burn the world for him. He was King of the Cosa Nostra. And he was all mine.
“You have a romantic way with words.”
“though I don’t know why I needed a new one.” He lifted a shoulder.
“Don’t be. I’m impressed,”
“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.
His mamma might not have been a good parent, but without her he wouldn’t exist, and without Nico—and the way he was looking at me—well, that wasn’t a world I wanted to be in.
the fading sound of sirens, and the taste of urban air, the yellow lights of a carousel blinked bright beneath the overcast sky. It sat static, alone and beautiful.
“I love you,”
“And I love you, Elena Russo.”
He loved me forever.
