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October 22 - October 28, 2025
As I pass, I slap a brick of notes against his muddy chest. “Dig her up,” I growl. “My mama doesn’t belong here.”
“Aurora. Stand up.”
“Perfect. Now, take three steps to the left.”
Then the bang is too loud.
The bullet enters Max right between the eyes and exits out the back of his skull, taking half his brain with it.
“Dad wasn’t the hero you thought he was,” I say quietly. He stays silent, his jaw as hard as steel. “And Mama?”
“Mama was a fucking saint, and don’t you ever forget it.”
“An intern put sugar in my Americano and my first thought was to dislocate his jaw.”
“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.”
“Aurora.” I come to a reluctant stop and tilt my head to the sky. “I don’t care what Alberto says. Wear your hair curly.”
Duck it.
Instead of fuck it we have duck it.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“You like atoning for your sins, don’t you, baby?” I rake my teeth over my lip. Christ, I like it when he calls me baby.
“Promise me something, Rory.”
I feel her pulse flicker against my thumb. “What?” she whispers.
“We’ll find him before you...
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“Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighte...
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“Ask me for a sin.”
“I—What?” “A sin, Aurora. I know you’re familiar with the term.”
“Okay, tell me a sin, Angelo.”
“I killed my father.”
“I thought he died from a bleed on the brain?”
“He did. I shot him in the head and then his brain bled.”
Jesus Christ and all his fucking Disciples.
Haaaaa.
Angelo Visconti isn’t a knight in shining armor, he’s a monster in an Armani suit.
“You’re coming home with me.” My heart stutters. “Home?” “To London. You and your father.” I shake my head, feeling breathless. “I can’t.” “To wherever you want then. Anywhere but this fucking coast. New York? You seem like the kind of girl that likes New York.” “We can’t leave the Coast, Angelo.” A venomous hiss escapes his lips as he slides his hand around the nape of my neck and grips me there. “All right, so you like nature. Christ, Rory. There’s nature everywhere. I’ll buy you land. I’ll buy you a whole fucking island, if you want.” “You don’t understand I can’t leave the Preserve—”
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“All right, David Attenborough,” I grumble,
“You’re way too old to be my daughter’s boyfriend.” I laugh. Yeah, if you think I’m old, you should see her real fucking boyfriend.
“He doesn’t recognize me outside of the forest, Angelo. That’s why it can’t be knocked down, and that’s why we can’t leave. What my father and I have, it doesn’t exist outside of it.”
“Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite.”
“You tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. But I’m not going to pretend like this is the happiest day of my life, so I’d prefer if you’d cut the crap and stop pretending like it is too.”
Thank god she snapped.
“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”
“I’m going to burn this fucking dress when we get home.”
“I’m taking what’s mine”
“Yeah. A capo needs a wife. Guess I choose you.”
FINALLY
“Shame.” I turn. “What is?” “I was looking forward to listening to your call. I never could stand uncle Alberto.”
“Everybody has five seconds to get the fuck out of my house.”
“Shut up, Rory. He left his entire life in England and came back to Devil’s Dip for you. He’s so in love with you that it makes me sick.” “She’s right, I am.”
“I’ll get on my knees and beg you until you get so sick of me you agree to be mine anyway.”
“I’ll show you what it looks like. Now, be a good girl and moan my name while I worship you.”
