My hand finally slipped under his shirt bunched around his chest, touching more of those finely chiselled muscles I’d seen a vague outline of in the dark. I wanted to kiss my way across them. To feel them under my tongue.“Vos sos mia…(you’re mine),” he murmured against my lips.”Vos sos mia para sie
I woke up the next morning to realise I’d slept nearly 12 hours straight. There were vague remnants of a memory or maybe a dream of Gabe coming to bed and slinging an arm around my waist. Maybe I’d snuggled deeper against him. Maybe I hadn’t. Maybe it was all a figment of my imagination. Or wishful
My thoughts went to my papa, red-eyed in the living room and panting for a drop of alcohol at every turn. Was he like Papa…but just… addicted to killing people he didn’t agree with? My stomach churned.I am a monster Evelina…accept me as I am or not at all.I closed my eyes against the words. I had
I exhaled wearily, trying to absorb Vincent’s words. He might be right. But home was not safe anymore for Papa. Not after what Amaya told me. And I wanted him to get better. I had to try!“I don’t need help. I’m perfectly fine,” Papa muttered. “One drink never hurt anyone. That’s all I need.” He loo
**Gabe’s POV** The man screamed in agony as I pulled the chain tighter around his neck. The gash on my chest bled profusely, but I didn’t give a fuck. He’d gotten one good swipe in with his pocketknife. But that’s all this motherfucker got. I loosened the chains slightly, asking him again,“I want
Gabe's POV“She’s been with other men. And she might be with more, even while with you. Her mother was a fucking puta, selling her body to the highest buyer and the apple never falls far from the tre—”I had him by the throat and pinned to the wall in an instant, a red haze taking over my being.“Do
**Evelina's POV**Evelina’s POVI’d spent the evening with Papa, him begging the entire time for just one drink. It was exhausting. Is this what mama had to deal with?Luckily, he didn’t say a single word against mama or Kyle. I looked at the clock in the room I shared with Gabe. Amaya had said she’
Evelina's POV Instead, after I’d used the tampon and washed my hands, I reached for one of Gabe’s black t-shirts. He was my mate. So his smell helped calm me. It was perfectly all right for me to do this. Maybe it would help with the cramping too. Briefly, my mind recalled how the pain had only rea