"You want to know why I don't touch you?"
I shook my head.
"Because if I did, I wouldn't stop. Not until I'd snuffed out that pretty fire in your eyes."
"Regret was a hungry breast, and everyday, it fed."
Agent Allister stood inside the doorway with a blonde by his side. She held onto his elbow, and he held my gaze.
(You can always tell by the eyes.)
I envied him at that moment.
His were an ocean beneath ice, where nothing but the darkest creatures could thrive, while mine were a wide open plain.
He saw everything.
Every bruise.
Every scar.
Every slap against my face.
"Go to hell, Allister."
"Been there, Russo, and I'm not impressed."
A strong statement, but I believed him.
His eyes were what nightmares were made of, ice and fire, and filled with secrets no one wanted to know. He could only pass as normal because of his too-handsome face- otherwise, he'd be locked up somewhere, the world seeing him for what he really was.
Dirty.
His gaze flicked up and caught mine, heavy and emotionless, as if he was looking straight through me.
My heart turned cold in my chest.
Our exchange lasted only a second, but the glance stretched into slow- motion, stealing a breath of air from my lungs. I crossed one leg over the other, baring a generous amount of thigh. Like a warm blanket, a sense of security wrapped around me. As long as they were looking at my body, they'd never see what was behind my eyes.
Nevertheless, the first place he looked as he reached my cell was straight into my eyes. Heartless. Invasive. Blue. His gaze burned, as if I was standing in front of an open freezer on a summer day, hot and cold air meeting like tendrils of vapor around me.
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"His voice was professional and disinterested, though an elusive timber intertwined each word: an abrasive edge, like a deep, dark sin one kept lock in the pits of their soul."
~Christian Allister
I knew they would have a book of their own, I just didn't know it would be the second one in the series🖤🖤
"I'd always imagined love as a concept-a genuine smile, a couple holding hands a life partner. Now, I knew it was more dimensional; a maddening, possessive, and overwhelming presence that bloomed in your chest, with the power to make you feel so alive or shatter you to pieces."
~Elena Russo
Regardless of what I was born into, I'd always thought of myself as a moral and honest person. Maybe my roots were too deep, or maybe love gave a woman a reason to let her dark colors shine, because I suddenly knew I would lie, cheat, and steal for this man.
I would burn the world for him.
He was king of the Cosa Nostra.
And he was all mine.
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I should have taken Salvatore's other offer when we'd found out Adriana was pregnant-a corner of his territory that would well filled my pockets, and one I'd wanted for a while because Elena fucked with my head, made me destroy the furniture and smoke more than I should. And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.
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It was kind of intimacy that made me feel like someone had rubbed my skin with sandpaper untill I was raw and exposed.
I love these monsoon rains
mostly because it's so much more than just a rain
It has more beauty than a rain,
wrath than a storm,
horror than the lightening
stubbornness than a woman
sturdiness than a man.
"You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars."
"That's an awful idea." She said.
"What?"
"Sleeping with Elena."
"Gianna." I warned.
"What? it's what you were thinking."
"And what I'm thinking right now?"
"That you want to strangle me."
"And why would it be such a bad idea?"
I didn't look at her, but I felt her sad smile.
"Because you'll fall in love with her," she said "and she won't love you back."
"I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to crush her wings then put them back together again so she'd become dependent on me. I wanted her to need me. That dark, possessive, and dangerous feeling crawled through me every time she crossed my path."
~ Nicolas Russo
"Judges, lawyers and politicians have a license to steal."
"I think we do much better as fratello and sorella, don't you?"
"If you say so, Elena."
"I do, Ace."
"You been reading up on me?"
"Maybe." I lifted a shoulder. "But no one knows why they call you Ace. Can you kill a man with a playing card?"
That amused him. "Why does it have to be about killing? Maybe I'm just damn good at cards."
I raised a brow. "Are you?"
"I'm all right."His expression hinted at dark amusement, like he knew something I didn't. He stepped within a foot of me.
His gaze was thoughtful, as though he wondered if he could trust me with his secrets, whether he wanted to.
"You didn't read much about me,"
I shook my head.
"First man I killed, I shoved an ace of spades down his throat.
Name's been with me ever since."
Looks like you're as big of a cheat as I am.
you know there's a point while reading a book when you're drowned so much in the ink of words so don't have any physical existence, you don't have any thoughts, any feelings, all you think, feel, do is what the character is doing, feeling and thinking, that is the part I want to live in forever, a part which makes you addicted. The rush, the high.
I can resist anything except temtation.
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