The Emperor (Dark Verse, #3)

by RuNyx

As long as she had her ma, she was happy.

Amara stared at the chest of drawers across from her, imagining how not having a mother must feel to him. Not very nice, she supposed. Kids should always have mothers like she did. Well, she could share hers. “You should make him some sweets, Ma,” Amara commented, feeling the wisdom in her idea. “Cookies. The chocolate ones. Yes, he’d like that I think.”

“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.”

“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.”

A man who ate his girl out solely for his pleasure was a different breed of dangerous, and Dante Maroni was the most dangerous of all. In all the years they had been doing this, Amara had lost count of how many times she’d woken up with his mouth between her thighs, how many times he’d bent her over just to taste her, how many times he’d pushed her against the wall to make out with her pussy.

She had disappeared. He was doing this for her, for them, and she had fucking vanished. God, he couldn’t wait to get back so he could look for her himself.

Although, she still didn’t know Lulu had been Dante’s gift to her. She said Lulu was her miracle at a time she’d needed it the most, and Dante let her believe that. One of them needed to keep believing in miracles.

“What, you’re giving me relationship advice now?” He shrugged. “Communication and shit are important in relationships.” Dante looked at him in surprise. “Who are you and what have you done with Tristan?” He saw the fucker’s lips twitch.