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“You’re not going to walk through life, Amara,” he uttered roughly, each word a vow that cemented itself in her heart. “You’ll dance through it. And I’ll fucking remove anyone who tries to break your rhythm. I promise you.”
‘Fate is always weaving its threads, Dante. We just don’t see them until our eyes open.’
He had actually started reading up on trauma and torture survivors to understand her psyche better, so he could help her in any way she needed to heal.
“I will kiss you and brand myself upon your heart, Amara,” he told her quietly. “Just make sure you’re ready for me to.”
“He came into this new heart to help me rebuild it, day after day, and he just never left.”
So, tell your watchdogs to keep her safe. She gets so much as a paper cut, it’s your reputation and your neck on the line.”
“That ‘common little whore’ is going to be the mother of my children one day, father,” Dante smiled at the man. “Your grandchildren. The future Maronis.”
“You didn’t fight for me,” her mouth trembled as she pulled but his grip didn’t loosen. “You didn’t fight for me, Dante!” He tugged her close, until she tipped into his chest, holding both her wrists with one hand while cupping her face with the other, his eyes wild on hers. “I fight for you every fucking day, Amara.”
“You’re in my blood, beating in my fucking heart. The only way you go is when the heart stops.”
“You’re the queen on the board, Amara. You’re my most powerful piece, but my most vulnerable. They get you, they get me, and the game is over. So, I’ll do whatever I need to make sure they never get you. Even if that means hiding you like my dirty little secret for the time being.”
“I’ll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I’ll die by your hand, which I love so well.”
He had known it for years, had survived for years because of it, had found strength in the darkest pits of hell because of it, because of her. Amara.
That I was not working and bleeding every damn day to make a future for us?”
“We both fucked up, Amara,” he told her, his eyes blazing. “And we’re both going to own up to it. And we’re both going to talk about this and forgive and move on. I’m not giving you a choice here. I didn’t work my ass off all these years for something trivial as lack of communication to break us.”
“You’re the beat to my heart, Amara.”
