[Rosco’s POV] I head down the stairs while wondering whether or not having Marty watch Elise was actually a good idea. I was more than aware he was a natural flirt, especially when it came to a beautiful woman, and from what I knew, Elise wasn’t exactly shy either. Stopping at the bottom of the st
“I know!” William roars, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Don’t you think I fucking know? I have to live every fucking day with guilt over what happened to Marigold. I don’t need you or any fucking body to remind me. I won’t make the same mistake twice, so get off my case. I’ll be here for
[Denali’s POV] My heart jumps at Rosco’s words. I knew what he was talking about, but to hear it spoken aloud still left me with a feeling of unease. However, to hear him speak about his past and his family made me truly feel like he trusted me. “I’m here, though.” I point out, leaning down and ki
[Denali’s POV] The next morning, I lay with Rosco, basking in the feel of his sturdy body against mine. Sighing, I attempt to snuggle in closer, but stop as a growl of warning escapes him. “Careful, mi reina.” He warns, giving me a smirk. “If you push too much, I may not be able to control myself.
[Rosco’s POV] I stand outside watching as my father helps my mother to a car that is waiting for them. When they reach it, my mother looks back at me and gives a wave. “I’ll have Jose come here sometime within the next few days.” Jose. He could only be the uncle my mother was speaking of. I could
[Elise’s POV] I watch as Marty snuggles Denali against him. As he does so, I can see the jealousy raging in Rosco’s eyes, but the big lug doesn’t say a word. I guess he was capable of being rational when it came to being a leader. “Come find us when you finish.” Marty says now, beginning to move.
[Elise’s POV] I stare down into Serenity’s face as she greedily sucks the bottle that I offer her while wishing that I could be so easily appeased. If only I were still a child who was oblivious to the viciousness and darkness of the world. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to live day to fucking day with
“Sure,” Marty chuckles, like he actually has a choice in the matter. “But where exactly are we going?” Remaining silent, I continue to move, making my way toward the stairs that lead to the bottom floor of the building, where the kitchen is located. Only when we reach our destination do I give Mart