When Heroes Fall (Anti-Heroes in Love Duet #1)

by Giana Darling

“Knowing my thoughts is a privilege I don’t share with strangers.”

He looked criminal, filled with wicked intent and handsome enough to tempt the pope to sin.

“You are very poetic about organized crime.”

I’d lost so much of myself before I’d ever truly known who I was.

“You know, it is the contrast between two opposites that heightens them both to keener glory. You shouldn’t be afraid to be coarse, just as I shouldn’t be afraid to be gentle. Too much of one thing is boring, Elena.”

I didn’t mind working with a bitch. In my humble opinion, they were underrated.

brutto figlio di puttana bastardo,”

“This is what you must understand, Elena. They are wrong. Women bear the trials of their men, the delivery of their babies, the weight of their families. Women are extraordinarily strong. So, you must trick the men into giving you power. Do not tell them you are strong, and do not fight them with words because words can be undone. Fight the injustice with action, lottatrice mia, because action can be understood in any language, by any man.”

“I’m wearing heels bigger than your dick, so if this is a pissing contest, I think it’s safe to say I win,”

I wanted to be the kind of a woman who was called a hero, but I’d spent most of my life being called a villain. If enough people treat you like a villain, you become one.

When you had a sister who was a supermodel, a brother who was an actor, and another sister who had stolen the only two men you’d ever dated, it was difficult to appreciate your own beauty.

Wear it tonight. –– Capo

I’d even…come to appreciate Dante the way one might appreciate a worthy adversary. After all, what was a hero without her villain?

Elena Lombardi was an acquired taste, something to be appreciated by only the most refined palette, the most exquisite mind. As deep and brilliantly complex as expensive Italian wine, and the more I learned about her, the more I wanted to drink her down like a glutton and force her to be mine.

Jealousy was a bitch, and I’d struggled with her my whole life.

“Not all love is romantic,” he pointed out rationally, staring into my fearful eyes. “I don’t think you’ve had enough of it to know that, but I’m offering the love of a friend and the love of my body. The love of a man who can see you are not hateful. You are not villainous. You are misunderstood. And Elena, you don’t realize this yet, but I see you, I know you, and I’m fucking undone by the beauty of you.”

“Now that I’ve had that red mouth, I’ll need it again.”