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“Never let them see you cower or back down, Katalina. You are better than everyone.”
I would have remembered him, the way he stood there like life could pass him by and he wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow. He wanted nothing to do with the world, or maybe the world wanted nothing to do with him. He had that black ink of a soul that washed over a person, that made even me feel darker.
She had a death wish, and just looking at her in her next-to-nothing black dress, I wondered if my dick had one too. I constantly had to remind myself how she was bad news, how she’d been tied to my dead ex-fiancée, how I didn’t need distractions, especially ones I might end up caring about. Yet she sat there unmoved, constantly trying to irritate the man who chose murder as his job within the family.
Our touches were painful. Just the way we liked them.
“I’m not asking you to be anything to me.” “And yet I’m yours and you’re mine.”
“Choose me, Katalina,” he whispered. “Let me consume you. Pick our destruction, not his safe haven.”
“Like she’s your heaven and your hell. A dream and a nightmare all wrapped up in one tiny little warrior.”
“I don’t stop you from anything, Katalina. I’m just here to keep pushing you farther and farther down whatever damn path you decide to take.”
“There’s no arguing your place. Your blood is mine. We bleed together, woman. Always. Remember that.”
She was leaving her marks on my tattoos, and she was probably doing it on purpose. The sick thing was that I wanted her to. Katalina was more of a permanent mark on my body than any of the tattoos could ever be.

