"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.
"He's not fucking Italian. There's no chance for you and him."
Nicolas took a step toward the open front door, apparently done with this conversation.
Frustration swelled in my chest and the words slipped from my lips before I could stop them.
"Who said I'm thinking about marriage?"
He halted, his dark gaze practically assaulting me. Wrong thing to say.
I swear to God, Elena, if I find out you've let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box."
I swallowed.
"And I do not. Fucking. Bluff."
He slammed the door behind him.
Playing with fire is an absolute rush
"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is untill you put her in hot water."
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
Anything that stops your breath can't be good for you.
Light scruff covered his jaw, and his hair was as dark as his suit, the top thick and messy. He was intimidating, with a heavy presence and a glare that burned, but when he wore a soft, sober expression like now.. he didn't even have to look at me to make me burn.
He glanced over and caught my gaze. "You've got to work on that stating My pulse fluttered in my throat, and warmth rushed to my face. His eyes fell to my cheeks.
And then he did something I never expected. Maybe it was from disbelief, or maybe he thought I was ridiculous. I didn't know, and I didn't care. He laughed. Softly, darkly. The kind of laugh that has no good intentions. The kind of laugh the walls don't forget.
🖤
"Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust."
-John Webster
What's his name?
Oscar something. God, I'm hungry for pretzels now."
"What does he do for your papa?"
She frowned. "I don't know. Kind of a creep, though. He's always all over Elena."
I let out a dry breath. "Who isn't?" They greeted her at church like she was Mother Mary.
"True, but she doesn't care about any of them. My sister is in love."
My gaze narrowed. "She's what?"
"In love."
Something dark and unwanted slithered through my veins.
Before wasting yourself for an ungrateful person
remember
Love isn't earned, it's given.
I was a moth moving toward the flame, untill I stood close enough for my wings to ignite.
"You know what pisses me off?" His tone was dark, but somehow it only awoke a thrill beneath my skin.
I knew the answer to this question.
"Assuming?"
I focused on the TV, pretending not to care about what he was doing, but my heart faltered when he moved close behind me. I held my breath as he slowly set the remote back in my lap, and then right at the hollow behind my ear, he whispered, "Smart girl."
A shiver ran down my neck, but then he left with a parting word.
"Don't fucking do it again."
🖤✨
Warmth spilled into my chest, like I'd just gotten away with playing with fire. I wanted to do it again. Was this how people became addicts?
"There are three sides to every story. Mine, yours and the truth."
"A flash of anger had pulsed in my chest from my cousin's disrespect, and, oddly enough, burned even hotter at the fact he was threatening the Sweet Abelli. The annoying feeling rushed over me that only I could threaten her- so I fucking shot him and watched the blood splatter against Elena's white dress."
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