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There were dark deeds and bad seeds, but who cared if the house was falling apart as long as it was pretty, right?
I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.
Three men stood outside my house, side by side, staring up at me through the window.
The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.
“Are you staring at me?” I whispered. “Yes.”
“Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.”
Damon Torrance, son of a media mogul. Kai Mori, son of an influential socialite and banker. William Grayson III, grandson of Senator Grayson. And Michael Crist, son of a real estate developer.
The four horsemen
“Knock that off,” he whispered in my ear, sounding out of breath. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Run all you want, Little Monster,” he said, sounding like a threat. “We’re faster.”
“When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.”
And the things that were irreplaceable in life were the only things of value.
Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories,
Why her? Why, despite my mother, who always loved me, and my friends, who always had my back, was it Erika Fane who put the air in my lungs or made my blood run hot? She always got to me.
“You’re one of us now.”
The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality someone else invented. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever.
“You’re getting very hard not to notice.”
“And I do fucking want you.”
“Do you think anyone would be as important as you are?”
“I never wanted anyone else. Don’t you see that?”
“It’s not just Michael, you know?” He peered over at me. “Will and I were worried about you, too. You’re one of us. It would be hard to . . .”
I could kiss her forever.
I’ve always loved you.
She was always there, and it was always us.
“You really love me?” I closed my eyes, breathing her in. “I love you so much,” I whispered, tightening my hold on her. “This is where I live.”
my apartment is your apartment, my bed is yours, and my eyes are only on you.”
