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My heart thumped away. How long had I craved to have someone who treated me gently? Someone who could soothe the side of me that needed to be protected with brick walls and bullets?
I turned away before I allowed him to see just how much he’d hurt me. It shouldn’t have, but I wasn’t stupid; I was falling for Benito. No fuck that. I’d fallen for him. I was so far gone I was at the bottom of the pit. I’d thought for a second we were falling together, that we were braving the unknown side by side. But at some point, Benito had climbed back up and left me alone to rot.
This was why love was never a part of my life plan. I was meant to stay in the gutter and wade through lakes of blood.
I want to go back to hating him.
Benito was a selfish, power-hungry, conceited asshole. He was everything I hated. And yet I was at the bar he owned drinking because he didn’t love me back.
“Poor Benito. Poor Enzo,” Ash whispered. Poor them, what about me? I was competing with a dead snitch.
I couldn’t leave Benito even if I wanted to. We had a contract. Even more important, he had my fucking heart now.
In a few minutes, I would get married for the second time to a man I was in love with but didn’t love me back.
“Never speak ill of my husband in front of me again.”
“I’m a Vitale.”
“Say what you want. But disrespect my husband or our family again, and I will show you why having me as an enemy would be the worst outcome.”
I craved him like an addict craved their fix. He was my vice and my salvation.
wanted equal parts to hurt and love him.
Don’t be nice.
“Iloveyou,” I spat the words out as fast as possible, ripping the band-aid off and waiting for the sting.
“You know how to use that?” Harlow checked the chamber, spun it, and slapped it back into place. “Oh yeah.” My cock jumped at the exact moment my heart skipped a beat. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
I shot, stabbed, and choked my way through the church.
“A little blood splatter. Emica just killed someone, that’s all.”
He’s perfect. Insane but perfect. I could stare at him forever.
As she stared up at me, my heart melted the same way it did for Harlow. For the second time, I was in love. Real love. I never want this feeling to go away.
Soon I would have to step out of my reserved, quiet philanthropist role and go to war.
