Shattered Vows

by Shain Rose

Why was this man such a fucking god? A walking, talking, sex-on-a-stick, gentle-but-possessive-and-crazy god?

“It’s a freaking topless beach, Bastian.” I stomped my foot. Bastian didn’t even lift his head as he sprayed the fucking plants. “I really don’t care, Morina. Wear a t-shirt or dress or one of those cut up tops you always wear. You’re not going there in a bikini.” “Well, quite frankly, I think I should go topless.” That had him looking up, his chiseled jaw flexing up and down.

“Please, please, please,” I begged, not sure what I was begging for.

“You’re not getting divorced. I see the magazines. Bastian looks at you like a fucking werewolf ready to rip someone apart for you.” “Did you just finish a paranormal romance?” “Yes, and it was so good.” She said it like she was taking a bite of the best ice cream.

He got on his knees and made me scream his full name.

I shook my head. “But I can’t. I believe you, but I don’t. I want you, but I won’t.” I shook my head and my wavy hair fell over my cheeks. I backed away from him as the tears streamed down my face.

“That type of breach will be deemed a national emergency, Bastian. That’s … are you going to call the president?” “The president can call me, Cade. I’m done fucking around.”

Bastian’s on a call with the president right now, I think, but it looks like he’s coming your way anyway.”

Word is, this might be some sort of broken empire, with the mob families and syndicates fighting against one another.”

I knew that before me stood Sebastian Armanelli, the Mafia king. My protector. My lover.

“Please don’t let go of me right now.” “I’m here to have and to hold forever and ever, remember?” he murmured into my hair.

Sebastian Armanelli smiled wide before he responded. “Not a chance in fucking hell.”