Page 1 of Breaking Her


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SCARLETT

He had done it again. Ravaged me. Burned me. Broke me.

Given me air, only to leave me gasping, writhing.

But then something changed. Something that terrified and excited me both.

Something that utterly destroyed me.

Something that made me whole again.

DANTE

Our love was cursed from the start. She didn't know it, but I did.

All she knew was that I'd lied to her, betrayed her. Done unforgivable things. Unavoidable things. Yes, I had broken promises as surely as I had broken her heart. But, just as every war has casualties, and every lie has consequences–every bastard has his reasons.

CHAPTER ONE

"The heart was made to be broken."

~Oscar Wilde

PRESENT

SCARLETT

Anton was over at our place, trying to cheer me up again. He'd brought with him a Costco-sized bottle of Patrón.

It was a good effort.

In return for the tequila, I was making him seven-layer brownies. The two things didn't go well together, but I didn't care. I was only partaking in the one.

Demi's niece, Olivia, was also over for a sleepover. This happened whenever we were home for a good stretch. Demi was a devoted aunt and had a natural ease with children.

I was the opposite. They made me uncomfortable. I hadn't been good with kids when I'd been one myself. Growing up had hardly improved things.

Olivia was a lovely little girl, with Demi's coloring, black hair, and blue eyes. She was very well groomed. Someone, likely every someone in her life, took good care of her.

I wondered briefly what that must be like for a kid.

The girls were planning to take little Olivia to the zoo. They'd invited me, of course, and even Anton, but I was in no mood to be around children, let alone spend a day with one.

Besides, I had some very important, well thought out plans—to stay home and work on my day drinking.


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