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For all of my wonderful readers, and most especially for any of you who’ve ever felt like you’ve never quite fit in. It doesn’t matter. Why waste your time trying to fit in when you’re so capable of shining all on your own?
I, Joey Moretti—a one hundred percent card-carrying feminist—would gladly drop to my knees and crawl to this man if he told me to.
She’s the one woman I can’t have and the one woman I want more than any other.
“You don’t like her?” He stares into my eyes when he answers. “Not even a little.”
“One of these days, you’re going to regret rolling those eyes at me, Joey,”
“Any of you ever touch her again, and I will tear every one of your limbs from your fucking bodies and wrap them around your throats.”
“You think that we could just be about sex? With a history like ours? I’ve known you your whole life. I’ve loved you for most of it. You think I would stop just because we were fucking?”
She will never do this with anyone but me. Never. Joey Moretti is mine. All fucking mine.
“Nobody else, Joey. You understand me? No one ever does that to you but me.”
His frown deepens. “Just not like that, okay? You never let anyone be that rough with you.”
“You hit someone in the pussy, it’s gonna hurt like hell too.”
Girl is going to fucking kill me.
“If anything happens tonight. Anything weird at all. If she even looks the slightest bit uncomfortable or upset or—”
We both know I hold on to him too tightly—in every sense of the word. And I need to let him go.
“You can screw me in an alleyway and finger bang me on the back of your motorcycle, and that’s okay? But spending the night with me is crossing the line?”
“You’re going to get me fucking killed, Joey Moretti.”
“You need me to remind you exactly what you said?”
“You know I was just mouthing off,” I whisper. He arches an eyebrow. “Just being a spoiled brat?”
“Oh, you’re so much more than that, baby girl.”
“And I don’t want to damage it. I’m not going to be gentle.”
“Damn right, baby girl, because you’re mine. I warned you that my kind of love wasn’t what you were looking for, but you went after it anyway. And now that you got it, it’s not the kind you can escape.”
But they’re sadly fucking mistaken if they think I won’t come for her. As soon as I can sort out the mess with Kristin, I’ll be ready to take my girl back. And if her brothers are intent on standing in my way, I guess I’ll have to go through them.
He brushes his knuckles over my cheek. “Know that I will always be looking for you, Joey. And I will always find you.”
“Hi, baby girl. You okay?” “No,” I sniff.
“I’ll wear it until I can give it back to you. Maybe it will protect me the way it protects you.” “You don’t believe in St. Christopher,” I remind him. “No, but I believe in you.” “Max …” I practically sob his name. This is too hard. “I’m sorry, Joey,” he whispers.
“Yours,” I whisper with a smile. “Every fucking part of you. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
choking the life out of him. I take my phone out of my pocket and smile when I see who’s calling. “My girl just saved your fucking life, asshole,” I tell him,
“Hey, baby.” “Hi.” “You okay?” “I miss you.” “I miss you too, baby girl.”
“How can you walk away from a man who’s been your brother in all but blood just because he fell in love?”
“You think that a man who risked everything to spend just one night with her isn’t?” she asks, softening her tone.
My eyes flicker closed. “Hey, I need to ask you both something,” I mumble. “What’s that?” Lorenzo asks. “Can I date your sister?”
“You are the only fucking girl for me, Joey Moretti.” I say loudly so that there will be no doubt of that fact in anyone’s mind.
I stare at her. She makes the whole goddamn world make sense. “Yeah.” I guess the past doesn’t matter so much when my future is standing right here.
“I would kill any man who dares to even look at you. I’ll burn this entire world to keep you safe, baby girl. I’d fucking die for you. But for now, how about I just take care of you?”
Looks like it’s time to step in. He’d never hit her, but he might defend himself if she punches him again, and if he touches her—well, then he and I would come to blows.
Her eyes shoot daggers at me. “I hate you all.” “I know, baby girl. Now get in the damn car.”
“I let the hating me comment go, Joey, but don’t push it,” he growls, and the sound rumbles through my back.
“You ever need me to give up a little control, all you have to do is ask. Okay?”
“Don’t you ever mistake my wife’s submission to me as anything but a reflection of my utter fucking devotion to her. I would crawl through fire and broken glass on my hands and fucking knees if she told me to. If you ever disrespect her like that again, I will rip out your fucking tongue and use it to choke you to death. You got that?”
“What did I ever do to deserve you, Max DiMarco?” she whispers. “I have no fucking idea, because you’re a giant pain in my ass.” Winking, I lower her into the tub.
