Keeping My Girl (Keeping What's Mine, #2)

by Angela Snyder

I don’t care if she doesn’t remember me. I don’t care if she even fucking hates me for a while. I will win her trust back no matter what it takes. I still love her. I never stopped loving her. And I’m not giving up on her.

But sometimes the most beautiful things in this world are the most toxic and poisonous.

“Go to sleep, cuore mio. I’ll be here to slay all the monsters that try to get into your dreams,” I promise her.

“You look like a fucking warrior, Selina. You survived hell and back, and you lived to tell the tale. Not many can say that. Wear those battle scars with pride, girl. You’re absolutely killing it,”

“Give it time. Time heals all wounds, or whatever the fuck it is that people say.”

And I want to be the grim fucking reaper that brings them justice.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever kissed. I refused to kiss anyone else. I wanted that to be a piece of me that no one else could ever have. I wanted you to own that part of me.”

“I want you with every single fiber of my being. I want you more than I want to fucking breathe most days. I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in this entire world!” he shouts, exasperated.

I feel like a phoenix that’s risen from the ashes to be reborn.

The thought of anyone taking my sister or, God forbid, Selina again has my blood boiling.