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What would sweet, kind Violet do if she knew Renz had been forced to kill someone for the first time when he was six years old? What would she do if she knew that Isaac likes to control everything in his life, including the bedroom, because it wasn’t that long ago that he had all of his control, and autonomy, taken away?
And what would my perfect, smiling Violet do, if she knew that I am not only a cold-blooded killer, but that I’m sick? Sick in the head in a way that would fill her with nightmares at just the thought of what I’ve done and seen. What would she do if she knew that I’m broken?
All of those layers live beneath the truth. If I tell her who we are, then where does it end and how much can she truly take? When will it become too much?
When will she run?
“Are you in the mafia?”
Well, fuck.
I damn near drop my mostly empty beer bottle onto the ground at her seemingly random question. I try to keep my expression of shock contained but judging by the wide-eyed look on her face, I fail.
“Shit,” she groans, covering her face. If I wasn’t so freaked out right now, I might find her pink cheeks and embarrassment cute. “I didn’t mean to say that. Well, I did. Maybe. Not like that.” Her stumbled, rushed-out words are muffled by her hands and something in her vulnerability and panic snaps me out of my rapid spiral.
Leaning forward, I slowly remove her hands from her face. She tenses and fights me, but I’m stronger and my need to see her face wins out. When I finally lock eyes with her, I scoot forward, bringing us knee to knee. My heart beats rapidly in my chest and my palms begin to sweat but I breathe through it, knowing there is no going back now.
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“Do you really want to know?” I murmur. She swallows as trepidation flits across her face. She’s nervous, whether, of the impending truth that she already suspects or because she thinks I’m going to lie to her again, I’m not sure. She nods, but it’s still hesitant and that worries me. If she’s this scared, and I haven’t even said anything…
But then, she straightens her spine, and a look of defiance replaces everything else she’d previously displayed. She nods, “Yes. I want to know everything.”
I’m shocked by the cool, steely determination in her words. She never ceases to amaze me. My lips twitch. “But what will you do with this information, Violet?” I ask, needing to know. Just because she says she wants to be let in on this secret doesn’t mean she’s prepared to handle it.
Her nose scrunches up and I have to force my body to stay still when the urge to lean forward and kiss it washes over me. “What do you mean?” she asks, her eyes flitting between mine as she considers me. “Are you asking if I’ll tell anyone?”
“Among other things,” I mumble as I give into the need to touch her. Leaning forward, I erase the small space between us and wrap my hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze, not hard. Just a slight pressure, reminding her of the power I wield over her body.
“Are you afraid of what I might tell you, Little Flower?” I use the hold on her throat to tug her forward. Her pupils dilate.
“Are you going to shove me out that door and never speak to me again?” I flex my fingers, tightening slightly as I run my nose up the side of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent of coffee and sugar. She shivers.
“Are you going to run from this room, screaming?” I lick her burning flesh and absorb her taste. She’s sweet and spicy, exactly like her personality. I suck her skin into my mouth, hard enough to leave a mark. She’s panting now as her hands dart out and grasp the material of my shirt, clinging to me like she’s afraid I’ll pull away. I won’t. I never will if I have it my way.
“Are you going to call the cops on us, baby?” I whisper into her ear, allowing my breath to fan over her soft skin. Her fingers tense, but then she’s tugging, squeezing, dragging me into her body until she’s practically in my lap.
Readjusting myself on the couch, I position her so that she’s straddling me. She grinds down as if she can’t help it. We’re both burning for one another, waiting to see what will finally push us over the edge to ignite us. I’d gladly catch on fire and reduce myself to ash for this woman.
Grasping her cheeks between my large hands, I bring her face to face with me. Her eyes are hooded, her skin is clammy, and her body is trembling. I lick her mouth, running my tongue along her bottom lip. My mouth grazes hers with every word as I say, “What are you going to do if I crack my life open and spill its contents into your lap, Violet? Are you going to ruin me?”
There it is. My real reason for not telling her everything here and now. I’ve given her my truth, my biggest worry where she is concerned.
Now, she just has to decide what she’s going to do with it.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Areyougoingtoruin me?
His question floats heavily in the charged air between us. My heartbeat thrashes against my ribcage and I’m honestly not sure if it’s due to Eli’s teasing touches or his words. Both.I think.
He asked if I’d run. If I’d turn them into the cops. He asked if I would scream. If Nova hadn’t already told me all of the rumors circling around the guys the other night, Eli’s questions alone would have told me they are involved in something terrifying.
If they are in the Italian Mafia, what would that mean? Are they bad people? I’ve known from the very first moment that I saw them atSanctumthat they exuded power. The raw dominance that wafts off of each of them is enough to make a person’s knees buckle. The way they move seamlessly together, the way they operate as though they have one mind; it’s obvious that they are a team. A strong, powerful team.
It makes sense that they’d have learned that trait somewhere, somehow. They command rooms easily and have the ability to make people do their bidding with just the snap of a finger. I should know. They wielded that command over me and my body as though I was a slave to their will. Their barked orders that night forced me to obey, to submit.
Looking back, it honestly should have been scary. It should have terrified me how easily I bowed to them. I literally dropped to my knees at their feet because they told me to. But it didn’t terrify me, not even for a second. At no point during that entire experience did I feel anything but completely safe and protected in their presence. In fact, I feltcherished. So much so that I not only dropped to my knees for them, but I begged them for more.
