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“The girl and everything that comes with her are mine,” I say, my eyes flaring.
That’s what cancer does. It ravages you from the inside out without caring who you are. It doesn’t matter whether you keep the world in the palm of your hand or if you have more money than God. It just feeds on death. And death always wins, one way or another.
It’s rude for him to have a voice like that and a face like he does when his soul is so rotten.
It’s amazing what we’re capable of overlooking— what we’re willing to do— when it comes to those we love.
She’ll be its ruin. She’ll be my ruin. Unless I become the man she marries.
Only now, she’s burned into my brain. And I’m not sure how to get her out.
“If I wished for it,” I murmur, leaning in until our noses touch, “I could make you need nothing but me.”
“You make it hard for a man to leave when you look like that.”
“If I want to be your daddy, then I’ll take you over my knee again.” My eyes flutter, leaning into his warm touch. “If I want to be to your husband, I’ll keep you at my side.” His thumb caresses my cheek. “And if I want to be your lover, then I’ll kill the boy you love.”
“My love for you is dangerous.” A heavy breath whooshes from her mouth, a tear rolling from her eye, dripping over the back of my knuckles. I move, pressing a kiss to her wet cheek to soak up her cries. “I would kill anyone who looked at you. Anyone who dared to even breathe too close.” Her body shakes against mine. “I want your blood and your anger and your violence and your lust.” My thumb brushes against her bottom lip. “I want your smiles and your tears and your insolent fucking mouth.”
“I want to reach into your chest and hold your heart in my hands, making sure it only beats for me,” I rasp. “But I don’t want your firsts, Yasmin. I want your forever.”
“I’m in love with you, Julian Faraci. And I would burn the world myself if it meant I could keep you by my side.”
Losing a parent is like losing a limb. There’s a part of me that will always be missing now that he’s gone, an ache that will never be filled.
“Yeah, well, what are we supposed to tell people when they ask how we got together? Oh, my husband is a romantic. He forced me into marriage and then drafted up a fake will so he could kill me himself and inherit everything that’s rightfully mine.” I smirk. “But don’t worry,” she continues. “It all worked out in the end. I have a magical pussy and he just couldn’t stay away from the siren’s call.”
“Don’t you know yet, gattina? I would do anything for you. Burn this life down to the ground and build a whole new world if you demanded it.” She grins, pressing her lips against mine one more time. “To a new world then.” “Our new world.”
