Pretty Little Sins (Kings of Bolten, #2)

by K.G. Reuss

“The last thing I want in this world is for you to be hurt. I don’t like the way it makes me feel. I don’t like how any of this makes me feel. I’m always worried about you. I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve invaded every fucking thought I’ve had since I met you. I-I feel out of control and on the edge, but I can’t let you go. I don’t want to let you go. I’ve never felt so many emotions at once in my life. I-I don’t know what they are.”

I’d always been a villain. Nothing had changed, except now I was a villain in love with a queen and willing to do anything to keep her breathing and mine.

“I couldn’t pull the trigger,” he whispered. “I thought I’d be able to when it was time, but I just couldn’t do it. A world without you in it would be fucking worthless. I would've followed you to the grave. I know I would have. And I know you hate me right now. Hell, I know you hate us all, but please, don’t do this. Don’t shut down.” He placed a kiss on the top of my head and hugged me to him tightly.

I hated it, but I loved her. And love, as I was learning, had a fuck of a lot of sacrifice.

“Kill me. You want me out of your life so bad, then fucking do it. Here's your chance. You know what hell awaits me if Dom’s dad gets me.”

“Sei tutto il mio mondo,”

“You know,” I murmured, looking over to the two blurry Dominics walking beside us. “I’m baby B. I’m wasp. I’m… bum-bumblebee,” I said the last part with a quake to the word. “You should be, like, hornet ass or something.”

“Wasp, tell Fallon how you feel.” I swallowed. “I’m really drunk. And pretty high.” Vincent let out a huff of soft laughter as Dominic sighed. “I meant about him. About the shit he put you through. About how he deserves to pay just a little bit.”

Whatever it was, I felt empowered and desperate to prove to these men that I was worth it. All of it. Life. Death. Hope. Love. I’d earned it. I wanted it. It was mine, and I was going to take it.