The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

acquiescence.

idiosyncrasies.

sardonic

haunches,

eunuchs

I would make this girl want me, need me, love me, because fuck if I was going it alone.

Regardless of what I was born into, I’d always thought of myself as a moral and honest person. Maybe my roots were too deep, or maybe love gave a woman a reason to let her dark colors shine, because I suddenly knew I would lie, cheat, and steal for this man. I would burn the world for him. He was King of the Cosa Nostra. And he was all mine.

Whiskey and flame. Sleepless nights. Tattooed skin, white t-shirts, and rough hands. Love and lust and happiness. He was everything.