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“I wanted to say that Melanie was, but
forced that thought out of my head, using Kady to anchor me, to stop me from
falling down the rabbit hole of insanity and misery. And it worked, looking
into Kady’s eyes settling me like no one else could, her love unconditional,
unlike Melanie’s. Melanie’s love had been tainted by obsession, a selfish
desire to get what she wanted and only what she wanted, everything
one-sided with her. Unlike with Kady, who only wanted what was best for me,
choosing my happiness over her own.”
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“Love isn’t enough! Only hate consumes
everything. Not love!”

I shook my head. “That’s not true for me,
love consumes everything when it comes to you. I can’t help it, I love you so
much, Nico. All I think about is you. You consume me. You  are
love.”

He screwed up his face again, so full of
pain, so full of memories. “I can’t give you what you deserve.”

“I deserve what I want and that’s you,
but only if you want me back. Do you want me?”

He didn’t reply, just stared at me. I
stared back, scared to death he was going to say no. Then, without warning, he came
to me, wrapping me up in his arms.

“I only want you,” he said, burying his
face in my neck.

I let out a sob of relief and hugged him
tight, only wanting him too”
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“They can’t clean
this up, all they can do is make things worse. Sorry, Kady,” he threw my phone
on the bed, “I need to go.”

“No!” I said, grabbing his arm. “You’re
not running.”

He sniffed derisively. “I’ve never stopped
running.” He pulled his arm free and walked out of the room, leaving without
looking back”
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“God!” I said, unable to take my eyes off
it.

A small laugh escaped his mouth. “You can
call me whatever you want, babe.”
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“Why do you have to make this so hard?”

“What do you mean?”

“When you said you were falling for me, I
didn’t turn you down to be nasty. It was hard saying those words to you, but I
needed to do it, because you deserve better. Because you’re right, I’m not normal.”

I lowered my hand. “Normal is boring,” I
replied”
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“Stop blaming yourself so much, I kept at
you to get rid of him. Josh and Tate did the same. It’s not all your fault,
Kady. We all contributed, though I don’t regret it, other than the part where
you got hurt, because, Kady, Nico is no good for you. He’s toxic. He treats
girls like shit, fucks them then moves on, not caring about all the hearts he’s
breaking, like your heart. He truly doesn’t care. Do you really want
that in your life?”

I didn’t say no, although I mentally
thought it. I knew I shouldn’t want Nico. There were too many negatives on
paper when it came to him, with not enough positives to balance them out. But
my torturous mind didn’t care what looked good on paper, all it cared about was
what it wanted.

And that was Nico”
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“I thought you were asleep.”

“It doesn’t matter, you still thought
those things.” Hurt crossed his eyes again. “It’s hard enough having your own
mother hate you enough to call the cops on you,” he said, dropping the now for
the first time, “but to have the girl who made you fall for her say I wasn’t
worth it because I was abnormal, that I was a worse choice than someone
like Tate, and you think I’m cruel? I have nothing
on you, Kady.” He went to turn, but I stopped him with a hand to his arm.

“You fell for me?” I asked, shocked by his
words.

He looked away, his jaw tightening,
causing the muscles in his neck to work overtime.

I swallowed, knowing this was it. I had to
say it too, even if he shot me down. “I fell for you, too.”
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“I’m not a whore!” Nico spat.

“Oh, sorry, a stripper who whores
on the side.”

“Fuck you, Tate!”

“I’m not interested in fucking you, Bilan,
never have and never will. I only want Kady.”

Nico’s furious gaze turned my way. “You
can have her,” he said, glaring at me over Tate’s shoulder, “because I fucking
hate the bitch.”

I flinched at his words, the viciousness
in his tone ripping my heart out. I watched in despair at he disappeared out
the door, wanting to cry because the boy I was starting to fall for hated me.

That thought hit me even harder.

I was falling for Nico Bilan.”
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“Are you Italian?” Nico asked, putting
down his drink.

I looked up at him. “A quarter, and how
did you know that? I don’t look it.”

“You kind of do, plus you use a spoon like
Gina, that’s the waitress, and she’s half Italian.”

I shrugged, having picked up the habit
from my nonna.

“What else are you?” he asked.

“I’m also a quarter Māori, part
French, Welsh, Danish, and English.”

His eyes twinkled at me. “Add a few more
countries in there and you’ll be a one-woman United Nations.”

I smiled at that and lifted the pasta to
my mouth. Gina returned with Nico’s plate of food, causing me to lower the fork
momentarily, making me wonder whether I should wait for him, but Gina started
asking him questions about university, so I took a bite. I shivered at the
delicious taste of garlic, the chef having put the perfect amount in, just how
my nonna would’ve made it.

The waitress disappeared as Nico picked up
his fork, twirling the spaghetti onto it without the aid of a spoon. “Looks
like you got the best parts out of all of those nationalities,” he said.

I blushed at the compliment, always
embarrassed when people said nice things about my looks. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied, popping the
spaghetti into his mouth, his unusual eyes once more twinkling at me, so bright
that I understood why his adoptive parents had chosen him.”
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“Nico
said. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Kady embarrasses easily,” Julia answered.
“She’s a real prud

“I took a pill or two that night,” Nico
said. “I was nervous as hell since it was my first night on the job.”

Julia blinked at him. “That was your
first night. You were off the hook.”

“Thanks,” he said, giving her... Was that
a shy smile? His eyes moved back to me, the corner of his mouth quirking up
into a wicked grin. I looked away, clearly mistaken, because there was nothing
shy about the guy at all.”
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