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“Only a villain will do what’s necessary to save you. He’ll burn down the world if he has to.” ~ Rosalie
My name registers with shock and terror, draining the color from her face. She’s definitely heard of me.
Blyadʹ, I’ve grown a conscience when it comes to the girl.
Christ. I’m going to have my work cut out for me with the prickly thorns Little Rose is starting to show.
Realizing that the monster who captured me is the only person I have right now in this godforsaken world is an extremely bitter pill to swallow.
“I’m not your good girl. Don’t try to condition me!”
Of course, the devil himself will look like a damn angel.
“You weren’t raped and tortured, Rosalie. That makes you fucking lucky.”
But it’s clear Rosalie doesn’t know what her family dealt in, and I’m not about to drop that bomb on her.
“If you don’t believe anything else, just believe that I won’t hurt you.”
“I just want to give her a safe space to heal.
“You’re bleeding.” “I know.” “Aren’t you going to treat the wound?” I shake my head. “I’m not going to clean up after you.” Using the knife, I point to a cupboard. “You’ll find a first aid kit in there.”
“You don’t have to test my patience to get my attention. All you have to do is ask.”
“I wish the knife hit your neck,” she mutters under her breath. I give her a playful grin. “There’s always next time.”
There’s hope for you yet, Little Rose.
I’m so bored I wash my hair on a daily basis and even stick to a skincare routine, which I never used to do.
“Put on the dress, birthday girl. I’ll wait downstairs.”
“Don’t forget who I am just because I’ve been nice to you.” The head of the bratva and my kidnapper. How can I forget?
“Jesus, you should spend every second of every day smiling.”
But what was I supposed to do? Just go book shopping, be thankful, and go back to my prison?
“I’d hate to think you have no spine, Little Rose.”
“You’re the weirdest kidnapper.”
“Until I’m ready to let you go, you’re mine.”
“I don’t care if I have to be the villain in your story. At least I’ll keep you alive, and it’s the only thing that matters.”
I have three years. I’m sure if I turn on the charm, I can make Rosalie forgive me and fall in love with me.
I’m dead sure I want to make her smile again.
I’ll never admit it out loud, and I’ll only think it this once – maybe Viktor did save me.
“Don’t look so shocked, Little Rose. I’m the head of the bratva, after all.” “Yeah, I shouldn’t have looked for any redeeming qualities in you,” she whispers, sounding sad.
It’s probably Stockholm syndrome.
It’s 100% Stockholm syndrome but it’s fine girl you do you boo boo
All of my friends married the women of their dreams, and I’m forced to say goodbye to mine.
Rosalie has built an insurmountable wall between us. Christ, she’s so much stronger than me.
“It’s rude to stare,” Rosalie mutters as she gathers Luna’s toys. “I only have a week left to look at you. I’ll stare all I want.”
It feels like I’ve already lost Rosalie. You never had her.
Just like every other day during the past three years, I have to put Rosalie first. I have to do what’s best for her. And I’m not it.
I’ve fought wars and killed hundreds, and all it took was a woman to bring me to my knees.
the memory of Viktor will have to carry me through the dark days ahead.
He might be a villain, but that’s what I need right now.
Because only a villain will do what’s necessary to save you. He’ll burn down the world if he has to.
Sometimes people deserve to die – just like my grandfather and uncle. They had to pay for their sins. It doesn’t mean I don’t love them anymore, it just means I understand why things had to happen the way they did. And now I have to pay for the sins of my family too.
“Please don’t let her die.”
I’m coming, moya Malen'kaya Roza.
Time to kill.
The head of the bratva is here to take what’s his. Thank God.
“Who. Hit. Her?”
“Vetrov, this is no place for violence,” Mr. Parisi snaps while he indicates for his wife and Alissa to leave. Viktor tilts his head at Mr. Parisi. “Yet there’s blood on the fucking wedding dress you forced my Little Rose to wear. I’d say this is the perfect place for violence. I’m sure the priest won’t mind saying a few words for the dead.”
“Of course, he wants to kill him with his bare hands,” Luca mutters, then gives me a pointed look. “Never leave Viktor’s side again. He’s been driving me insane.”
I get to watch the monster die by the hands of the man I love. “I’ll never leave him again,” I whisper, more to myself than Luca.
“I’m a sinner, Father. You’ll find no mercy with me.”
“I promised you I’d kill any man I catch you with.” I feel her lips brush against my neck as she says, “I’m so glad you made that promise.”
It’s because I’m free to love him.
