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Humans aren’t fragile creatures. Weak and pathetic maybe, but not fragile.
Because I’m going to burn his world down and dance in the ashes.
I will burn the world to ashes before I allow myself or any of my brothers to succumb to my father’s fate. I promised him as much.
“Actually, she’s stalking me.”
Only that isn’t really true, though, is it? I can’t steal something that’s already mine.
“Sure, a chuisle,” he chuckles. “You could say that.”
“Did you fucking kidnap me?” One sentence I never thought I’d say. “Think of it as protective custody.” His lip twitches in amusement.
“Because I chose to protect you over family—the previous most important thing to me—the Bratva will now be after you. They think I took someone precious from them, and now they will try to take someone precious from me.” “So, what now? I’m just going to be locked up in here with you like some princess in a tower.” “No, baby. You’re a queen.”
know, but you don’t have to be scared of me. And as long as you’re mine, you don’t have to be scared of anyone else.”
“We’re endgame, baby, and if you don’t see that, you better put that bullet in my head right now because I’m gonna ruin all other men for you when I worship every inch of your body.”
“That’s right, baby. Such a good girl, riding my leg. Can’t wait to feel your pussy squeeze my cock when you ride it just like that.”
I tilt her chin back to me so she can see the sincerity in my words. “Don’t do that. Don’t apologize for wanting me, because I sure as hell won’t apologize for wanting you.”
“Lie to yourself, lie to the world, lie to fucking God himself, but don’t ever lie to me.”
“I don’t want your apologies. I want your goddamn soul,”
“You belong to me as surely as the heart that beats in this chest belongs to me.”
“You were under the impression that you don’t belong to me. That I don’t own you. Your every breath, every beat of your heart, every fucking drop of blood in your veins is mine. But don’t worry, a chuisle. Do you remember what else I said that night?”
“Cash Fox doesn’t have a heart to break. At least not one like you and I have.”
I’m not a religious man, but goddamn if she didn’t make me want to drop to my knees in worship.
“You’re mine, Harlow. My woman, my property, my queen, my fucking whore, if I so choose.”
I think, that heart is beating for me. Just as mine beats for her.
it feels like he’s handed me a little piece of his heart. A piece he’s kept safely hidden behind cruelty and violence. A piece that once knew love and is now—maybe—learning it again.
me. Maybe in some twisted trophy type
“Without you, my heart wouldn’t beat, a chuisle mo chroí.”
