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December 8 - December 23, 2025
Visconti men in particular don’t fall in love. Because falling suggests it was accidental, and everything this family does is cold and calculated.
Rafe walks in, his men forming a wall around him. “Fucking hell, Rafe,” Tor drawls, storming in behind him and slapping him on the back. “It’s just family; you didn’t need to bring the cavalry.”
“Watch me.” As if I ever do anything else these days.
“If you belonged to me and dressed like that around other men, I’d pull down those skimpy bottoms and spank your ass until it was raw.”
I inhale deeply, filling my soul with the scent of a girl that will never be mine.
Angelo Visconti isn’t a knight in shining armor, he’s a monster in an Armani suit.
“If I can’t protect you, I’ll teach you to protect yourself,”
“Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite.”
“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”
“But you hate Devil’s Dip.” His eyes harden on the windshield. “But I don’t hate you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, you need to eat.” He drags his gaze from mine and nods to the coffee table. “I don’t know what you like yet, so I just got everything.”
in just a fistful of weeks, I’ve given it all up. Moved back to the town I hate, started a civil war with my own fucking family, all for her. A girl that curses in bird puns, eats enough sugar to be pre-diabetic, and is addicted to petty revenge.
You’re not really my captive, but you are mine. I need to keep you safe, but I’ll do my best to give you the world.”
“Thank you,” she breathes, lighting up in a way that makes me want to give her everything she’s ever fucking asks for. I know I will, anyway.
“Can’t stop fucking smiling, don’t want to go to sleep because reality is better than your dreams kind of happy. I want to make you so damn happy that you shit sunshine and piss rainbows and people think you’re as high as a kite when you walk into a room.”
“And if I don’t?” He pauses, lifts his hand to grip my chin and forces me to meet his molten gaze. “I’ll get on my knees and beg you until you get so sick of me you agree to be mine anyway.”
