“No, I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I was feeling sorry for him, but he’s earned every fucking bit of it.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “What will you do with him now?” “We got the locations of some of the warehouses and my men are already on their way. We’ll try to s
ADONIS “His wounds will take some time to heal,” were the first words I heard as I opened my eyes. There was a shrill pain pressing down my stomach that made me groan. “Oh, thank fuck.” Dom rushed to my side, seeing me pulling myself up. The sound of gunshots rewound in my mind and then a picture
“You found yourself an ass?” Orazio almost threw his phone at Dom’s face at the remark, but shook his head instead. “About Abi.” My jaw twitched because I knew exactly where Orazio was going with this. He was a hypocrite. He had been the same around Leona, even though his interference on that matt
BELLA One week. That was how long it had been since the attack. That was also how long I had kept away from Adonis. Good, that he couldn’t do anything about it. Bedridden and all. I had tried to keep the texting to the minimum as well, but it was hard to do with his name popping up on my cell ever
There wasn’t much furniture around, which made the room look even bigger. I walked toward the recliner near the window and stared at the magazines lying on the stool. They were all business magazines, different publishers, but with the same man on the cover. An old man with a tall and broad frame, w
ADONIS I couldn’t admit out loud all the things I wanted to do to her. I had seen her hesitation in her eyes. Sure, she had been shaky around me before, but that seemed to have magnified since the attack. She was holding back, even after my efforts. I looked at the wall clock, impatient for Abigai
“I’m not yours, Adonis,” she said, trying to pull away from my hold on her waist, but I tightened my grip. I jerked her against my body and said, “Maybe not yet, but I can make you if I want.” I let go of her and stepped back into the kitchen. “Are we celebrating something today?” She walked aroun
“Why don’t you paint?” “Lack of inspiration. My head’s always filled with blood and gore and screams and dead bodies. After seeing all the red I do, I don’t really get the urge to look at paints anymore. You get the idea.” “Sounds horrible.” Keeping her lips pressed to the glass, she spoke. “You k