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“You have reached Sinners Anonymous,” a woman’s robotic voice says. “Please leave your sin after the tone.” After the long beep, I take a deep breath and let my soul bleed.
“Angelo fucked his prom date.”
💀
“This wife is special,” Alberto huffs, his arm clamping me to his lap like a safety belt. “She’s a virgin.”
eww 😖
I don’t like Dante even nearly enough to tell him that I’m here because of a goddamn fortune cookie.
ahaaaaa… 🤭
“She’s already signed it. You know I can’t tamper with signed contracts, Alberto.”
oh helllll nah
“Snooping is a sin, Aurora.”
sneakyyyyy
The bullet enters Max right between the eyes and exits out the back of his skull, taking half his brain with it. His head hits the table with a heavy thud, his blood turning the lace tablecloth crimson.
OH SHIT DKJSKDJDDKDJDJSJCJDK
As calm as a spring day, he sits down, sets the gun next to his napkin, and stuffs a forkful of ham in his mouth.
so much for him not carrying a gun anymore 💀
The word vicious flashes behind my eyelids. And I black out.
me af
“The Dip brothers have this hotline. Anyone can dial it and confess their secrets. Max probably called it. Snakes like him usually have a guilty conscience.”
oop
We’d been listening in on confessions for months, crawling into the gap between the stone wall and the confession booth and straining to hear all of the townspeople’s darkest sins and secrets.
oh /this/ is their game
Because there’s one confession in particular that will be enough to get me killed in a heartbeat.
Frustration claws at my throat, threatening to cut off my air supply if I don’t let it out. “I’m not a whore.” “You’re not unattractive, either.” I freeze. What?
OOP 🤭
I inch down all the windows to let some cold air in, and also to drive the sweet scent of her vanilla perfume out. Christ, she’s fucking irritating.
hehe
No, he just let it go. And now I realize why. He’s tricked Aurora into believing the preserve is his territory, and he’s dangling it over her head as an excuse to get between her legs.
asshole
And for the first time since we met, I see her smile. I think I like it when she smiles.
🥺🥺🥺
“Oh yeh, that Rory chick? From Devil’s Dip High?” He lets out a low whistle, shuffling closer to his buddy. “You know he thinks she’s a virgin?”
oh??
“I know. Hilarious. Remember when she let Spencer and his crew run a train on her?”
that’s definitely not what really happened oh nooo
“Am I more handsome than your husband?” “It’s not hard.” “So, who would you rather kiss?” I blink. What?
yeah WHAT
There’s a figure standing on the beach. A man. Sharply dressed in a navy suit and a crisp white shirt. My blood runs colder than the water around me. No. It can’t be…
he’s fucking EVERYWHERE LMAOOO
“This morning, in the sea. I was fingering myself thinking about you.”
WELL I DIDNT KNOW SHE WAS GONNA CONFESS /THAT/ JDJDHGFHG
“I don’t care what Alberto says. Wear your hair curly.”
wait cuteeee 🥺
“She’d be begging you not to chop down the forest, not your uncle.”
I feel like I’ve been stung. Putting both my hands on his head, I lower my forehead to his. “What the fuck happened to you, bro?” I hiss. “What did he do to you?”
oh he better have his own book i need the back story like yesterday 😭😭😭
because I know the moment I taste those lips—either set of them—there’s no way I can go back to London.
EITHER SET IS CRAZYY KDJSDKDJJF
“Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”
But that’s the thing about lines in the sand. Eventually, they wash away, and you can’t remember where you drew them.
She had told me not to wear my hair curly to the engagement party, but I didn’t listen. And apparently, that small act of defiance warranted Alberto pushing me down the stairs once we arrived back at the mansion.
wtffff
“You’re wearing sunglasses too,” I snap back, jerking my chin up to his mirrored Aviators. “What’s your excuse?” “How else am I meant to check out your ass without getting caught?”
HAHA
“Oops,” she says, a coy grin playing on her lips. “That’s not what I was looking for.”
HAHAAHAH
“You know, I think I have the matching bra somewhere,” I say dryly. “Uh, yeah. Can I, um, get it back?” “No, it’s a souvenir.” “Of what?” she whispers thickly. “Of the time I almost fucked the hottest girl I’ve ever met.”
and they say romance is dead 🥹
“Go fuck yourself,” I hiss, tasting each drop of venom as it passes my teeth.
aw shit
Angelo Visconti isn’t a knight in shining armor, he’s a monster in an Armani suit.
“Sure, I guess it doesn’t matter then. Wouldn’t be the first fucking time you whored yourself out, anyway.”
oh hear we go 🫠
“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.”
:(
“Rory?” His thumb pad carves a trail over my jawline. It stops at the corner of my mouth, but I turn my head to catch it between my lips. He lets out a soft moan, watching me, eyes half-lidded with lust, as I slowly lick it. “Yes?” Danger sparking in his eyes, he pushes his thumb further into my mouth, and with wetness pooling between my thighs, I open my mouth wider to take him all in. “Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite.”
AAAAAAAA 🤭🤭🤭🤭🥹🥹🥹
“Angelo. He’s left town.”
THIS BETTER BE PART OF THE PLAN ANGELO ISTG
“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”
Bad things happen to bad people. So how the hell did I end up getting so lucky?
WHY DO WE HAVE SO MUCH LEFT IM SCAREDDDD
“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.”
OH
“Not just regular happy. I mean really fucking happy,” he growls into my mouth, palming my ass to pull me on top of him. “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.” He nips my lower lip in mild frustration, and his fingers dig deep into the back of my thighs as he slides me up to his groin. “If you want to be mine, I’ll make you that happy, Rory.”
The man turns to look at Angelo, revealing a dark, angry scar on the side of his face.
i just KNEW girl
“Is it really…?” “Yes,” I smirk, rubbing my palms down the length of her arms. “It’s the phone booth from the cliff.”
STOPPPPPP 🥹🥹🥹
“I have a bad feeling about it.”
uhhhh i don’t like that
“No, it’s her. The girl who sold me the fortune cookie in San Francisco,”
wtf is going onnnn
My heart thumps hard in my throat, the realization of what we’re looking at settling on my skin. “Someone blew up the port,” I whisper.
oop
“You ready to go to war, baby?”
ahhhh shit
