The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2)

by Danielle Lori

Magdalena opened the window. “I told you not to get involved with that man, señorita. You did not listen.” She hadn’t said anything of the sort. Before he and I had started this relationship, she’d gotten one look at him while I’d been kicking her out of my apartment. Her eyes had gone wide, and then she’d told me to marry him. That I’d have the most beautiful babies, and everyone would be jealous.

“Why do you kiss me?” I sighed into his mouth when he kissed me with a sweet pull. “Because you’re the only woman who’s ever tempted me.” His lips brushed mine. “Because you love it.” The last one was soft, with a possessive bite. “Because every part of you is mine.”

“I could just as easily find someone else for her,” he baited. “Go ahead.” My voice was dark. “Might save us both some time if you line her prospects up in a row right now.” “Jesus,” Nico muttered.

“That’s not a good enough reason for me to marry you, Christian.” “Fine.” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?”

“I can’t be with you and only get half of you anymore.” Something conflicted flared in his eyes. I turned to leave, but his words stopped me. “Try and leave me, Gianna.”

“She looks like my wife.” That was the only thing I needed to see to know she was mine.

Getting to my feet, I set the quarter on the table between us. The clink of silver on hardwood was subtle, but the finality of it rang like a church bell. Her words stopped me with one hand on the doorknob. “You said believed in fate, as in, you are a believer now.” Her voice touched my back with inquisitive fingers. “What made you change your mind?” The thought of Gianna and Kat never existing without me in the picture wasn’t possible. They were a static pair. I’d merely reached into the right pocket at the right time and made them mine. “I stole someone else’s fate, Sasha.” I twisted the knob and opened the door. “And I’m not going to give it back.” She raised a brow. “And if someone comes looking for it?” A smile pulled on the corner of my lips. “Let them come.” And then I shut the door behind me.