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October 31 - November 2, 2025
“Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”
“Put some clothes on, Penelope. My men are onboard and I don’t want to kill anyone else today.”
“But I’m going to take you anyway, and then I’m going to ruin you.” I blink. “What?” “It’s only fair,” he says, tone devoid of emotion. An awful sense of dread creeps over the planes of my shoulders and squeezes the nape of my neck. “Why?” I breathe. He doesn’t miss a beat. “Because it’s only a matter of time before you ruin me.”
“Do me a favor, Penelope,” he growls against my racing pulse. “Unless you’re moaning my name or sucking my dick, keep your fucking mouth shut.”
“They tailor made you to my liking, Queenie,”
“All my other fuck buddies call me Penny.” Violence hits me like a lightning bolt. “And all your other fuck buddies will be six-feet-under if you mention them again.”
“He means, he gets why Rafe is obsessed with you now. You talk almost as much shit as he does.”
“I’ll have to thank my sister-in-law for giving me a leash.”
“Be good to her, Rafe.”
bathroom earlier.
“If I drown, you’re drowning with me. If you burn, I’m burning too. Pick your route to hell, Rafe. The destination and the company are the same.”
“Come home, Queenie. Come home and let me worship you every day for the rest of your life.”
“The yacht, baby. Hang your stolen clothes up in my closet, make your god-awful lasagnas in my oven. Light your girly candles in every room. I want all of it, all of you. Just come home.”
I’m in Raphael Visconti’s trap, and I never want to be freed.
