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“You do?” she whispers.
“Nine years ago, my mom died of a heart attack.”
“I’m sure you already knew that, because if there’s one thing the Cove Clan are good at, it’s gossiping. But what they don’t know is that the heart attack wasn’t natural.”
“She always hated violence, which was why she always such a fucking saint to everyone. She believed her being good would cancel out the rest of the family being bad. She went to the bathroom, and I shit this kid up a little, but let him go.” I turn to face Rory, my nostrils flaring. “I fucking let him go,” I growl.
“She was just lying there, slumped against the toilet. Dead.”
“The coffee—” “It was a poison solution that caused her to have a heart attack within minutes.”
“Is that why you left?” “I left because Mama was gone. Somebody else in the family had to be the good to cancel out the bad. That’s what she would have wanted.
“So why are you back, Angelo?”
“For the last nine years, my guilt has been an itch I can’t scratch. I need to find the man who killed my mom, and then I need to kill him.”
“Help me find him, and I’ll be on the next flight off the Coast. You’ll never have to worry about me ruining whatever deal you have with Alberto again. I won’t cross the line in the sand,”
“Promise me something, Rory.”
“We’ll find him before your wedding.”
“Why?”
“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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“Aurora’s a good kid,” he says icily, “and my father is a cunt. But don’t make me choose.”
But that’s the thing about lines in the sand. Eventually, they wash away, and you can’t remember where you drew them.
“You’re wearing sunglasses too,”
“What’s your excuse?” “How else am I meant to check out your ass without getting caught?”
“Okay, tell me a sin, Angelo.”
“I killed my father.”
“He did. I shot him in the head and then his brain bled.” “But why?”
“He was the one that ordered the hit on my mama. I found out a few days later that he had a whore from Devil’s Dip on the sideline, and wanted our mom out of the picture.”
“I killed her too. That’s not my worst sin, though.” “It’s not?” I choke out. “No. Not telling my brothers is. They have no idea.”
“Like father like son, Aurora. I’ve cheated on every girlfriend I’ve ever had, lied to everyone I’ve ever known.”
“You were right to want to draw a line in the sand. Because I’m no better than them.”
I made sure to reinforce it with warning signs and a barbed-wire fence at the All Saints service by telling her my darkest secret, plus a few lies about being a cheat just to seal the deal. Now, she won’t be tempted to cross the line because I’ve made it clear that it’s not greener on my side.
“Confessing is great and all, but uh… I thought that, while we’re here…perhaps I could atone for my sins again.” “Perhaps you could. How do you plan on doing that?”
“With a little help from you.”
“Fuck, Aurora. I love it when you scream for me. It makes me want to spread that perfect pussy and shove my cock inside you and give you something to really scream about.”
“You’d like that, would you, Aurora? If I shoved my cock inside you.”
Heart thumping even harder, I nod. “Say it.” “Yes,” I gasp. “I want you to shove your cock inside of me.”
“I’m the only one you want spanking you, aren’t I?” “Yes!” “The only one you want to fuck you.”
“Yes, yes!” I moan,
“And when your husband fucks you on your wedding night, all you’ll be thinking about is me.”
“Wishing it was my cock stretching your tight pussy open.”
“Yes,” I sob, “God, how I wish it’d be you. Please, Angelo, don’t sto...
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“Please, Angelo. Please, I’m begging you to let me come.” He groans, “Fuck, baby.”
Both possessiveness and lust brew under my skin, and I have to clench my jaw to keep my expression unbothered.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” “Like…” She swallows. Drops her eye line to my lips. “Like you want to kiss me.” Because all I fucking think about is claiming those lips, even when they spout geeky shit about birds I couldn’t care less about. Ignoring the heat prickling down the length of my cock, I jerk my chin toward the door of the jet.
“You’re wearing the same panties you were on Halloween.”
“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.”
Something catches the corner of my eye. It’s pink and lacy, slung over the center stick. It takes me a few seconds to realize what it is. Underneath, there’s a note scribbled on the flight log in loopy, girly handwriting. To add to your collection.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I fist Aurora’s panties and bring them up to my lips. They are still warm and wet. I inhale deeply, filling my soul with the scent of a girl that will never be mine.
“You really think that contract meant jack shit, anyway? The Devil’s Preserve isn’t even my land, you stupid bitch.”
“It’s Devil’s Dip. Angelo’s territory.”
“I thought he handed it over to you,”
“Even though he’s not currently the capo, it’s still his territory.”
“No, I don’t need you,” he says simply. “But I want you, and that’s all that matters.”
