Gorgeous Monster (Marchetti Mafia, #1)

by Charity Ferrell

“You being my weakness doesn’t mean I’m weak everywhere. I will kill anyone who threatens my weakness because I can’t go without it.” “Is that your way of saying you like me?” As soon as those words leave my mouth, I feel immature. He smooths his hand over my jaw as his free hand travels up my thigh. “That’s my way of saying I breathe for you.” I cup my hand over his on my thigh. “What does that even mean?” “It means, sweet Natalia, that even though you’ve done nothing but create chaos in my world, within that chaos, you’ve stolen my soul with those delicate yet reckless hands of yours.” He slides his hand out to lace our fingers together before pressing them against his chest, over his heart. “As long as this black heart of mine beats, it is yours.” He releases a low chuckle. “And quite frankly, you might be the only person who can handle me.”