“You’re not going to fight me on Dante?” I asked again. Beck shook his head. “No, Butterfly. I can’t fucking deny you anything. If you want Dante in your life, then I won’t stand in your way. But I will stand at your back and make sure that fucker doesn’t put a knife in it again.” A smile burst across my face. “You’re so sweet,” I said, leaning over to kiss him, forcing myself to ignore the pain. Eddy cracked up then. “Only Riley would think that was sweet. You’re both as fucked as each other.” She wasn’t wrong.
