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“Cute?” I tried not to sound too insulted. “Mr. Unicorn isn’t cute. He’s beautiful.”
“Just because I don’t use social media doesn’t mean I’m not aware of what happens on there.” “You think you know everything.” “I do.”
Green eyes. Green dress. Symbolic of life and nature. Green. Apparently it was my new favorite fucking color.
I filed that away for future reference. There were no unimportant details when it came to Stella.
sports. I gave negative fucks about his family vacation, and his kids sounded annoying as shit.
It was all so cordial I wanted to shoot someone just to liven things up.
“I don’t go on family vacations.” Even if my family were alive, I would rather cut off my own arm than go on some group cruise through the Caribbean.
So next time, I don’t care if I’m in the middle of a conversation with the queen of fucking England. Interrupt me. Understand?”
Some photos were worth a thousand words. This photo said only one. Mine.
He was also the only person at Harper Security who didn’t blow smoke up my ass—a liberty I granted him for saving my life in Colombia a decade ago.
“Fuck you.” “Sadly, while I’m sure you have the women of Eldorra swooning, you’re not my type.”
“I am not going to run over anyone. I have zero vehicular deaths on my watch, thank you very much.” “What about near deaths?”
As dreamy as our vacation was, I loved it not because I was in Italy but because I was in Italy with him. And that made all the difference in the world.
“Don’t do this.” My voice cracked. “Butterfly, please.”
but I’m asking you…” The last word broke with unshed tears. “To leave me alone, Christian.”
I’d meant what I said. I would give Stella anything she wanted, even if it killed me in the process.
“You’ve had seven drinks in two hours, bud.” The bartender stared at me with a dubious expression. “And I’m ordering an eighth.”
“You got a problem with that?” He held up his hands and shook his head. “It’s your liver.” Goddamn right. It was my liver and my money. I could do whatever the hell I wanted with them.
You can’t kill a guest, a voice in my head reminded me. Actually, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted,
Karma was an even bigger bitch than fate.
Remember when you ran into me in the lobby the night we signed our agreement? You mentioned a date should include dinner, drinks, and hand-holding. Or, as an alternative, cuddling on a bench overlooking the river, followed by whispered sweet nothings and a good night kiss. At the time, it was the most atrocious thing I’d ever heard, but if you ever come back to me…I have it all planned out.
Even if you never forgive me. Even if you never talk to me again. Even if you move on. I’ll still love you. You will always be my first, last, and only love.
“Yes, about that. I’m sorry I had to knock you out, but it made things easier.”
She was big on real estate, and since my parents died, I got everything.
The wet, sickening sound of flesh tearing ripped through the air.
“A mother’s love for her child is supposed to be the greatest love of all. Yet it wasn’t enough for her to stay with me.”
“Second of all, I’m going to jail for what I’ll do if I ever come across him. I will cut his balls off, do you hear me? I’ll slice them open with a machete and shove them down his throat so he chokes—”
