Ruining Dahlia (Mafia Wars, #3)

by C.R. Jane

I had always been scared of the dark. Which was a strange thing in itself since I just confessed to living in it.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” I whispered to him, making sure that my pain wasn’t written across my face. “Like what, Dahlia?” he said, bemused. “Like you’re not going to spend the rest of our lives breaking my heart.”

would sooner die than hurt you,” he confessed softly, like I was a priest absolving him of his sins. “But if you ever let another man touch you again, there isn’t a place they could hide in this world. I will hunt them down to the ends of the earth, and every scream they give me will belong to you.”

"Did you love him?" I demanded. She stared at me for what seemed like forever, clearly debating what to say. "No, Lucian," she said softly in a defeated voice that I immediately hated. "I'm not even capable of loving myself."

"If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave."

He was shirtless, wearing a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, the ultimate catnip for all women. Especially when you had an elephant dick. Which I could see clearly outlined right now.

“Was any of it real?” I whispered to him with a soft, sad smile as he tried to stop the blood pouring from my wound. Now that it was all over, I wanted to know if there was anything but sad smiles, or if we were all so tainted by our pasts they couldn’t be anything else. I wanted to know if the love affair had maimed him too, or if it was just me who was lying here, draped in desolation. “Every bit of it,” Raphael sobbed, tears dripping down his face