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76. His Forever

ผู้เขียน: Priyal Dessai
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[CAMI]

The days crawl.

Morning, night, morning, night. Same walls. Same shadows.

I spend most of my time in Zeke’s arms. His huge, comforting, warm arms that hold me every night like I belong there. And every other disturbing thought fades and goes quiet when I’m with him.

He’s different lately. He’s still dangerous. Still lethal enough to wipe out a country if he wanted. But quieter. He doesn’t tease or challenge me. He touches me like I’m a fucking bruise he’s afraid to press too hard on.

And it pisses me off because it means one thing—he’s afraid I’ll pull away. That I’ll change my mind about never hating him.

Domestic bliss. That’s what this is, I guess. At least a form of it—the mafia edition. Guns in drawers, blood on phones, trauma in bed—but soft kisses in the dark and the way he tucks me into his chest when I shiver, making me feel safer with him than anywhere else in the world.

And yet once he leaves, everything slams back. The grave won’t get out of my head. Jake. That
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  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   79. The Softest Pillow

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    [CAMI]Zeke’s still stroking my cheek with his thumb, watching me too closely. I look away afraid that he can see through me, forcing down the lump at my throat. His voice becomes softer. “What happened, doll?”I dare myself to take another glance at him. No, I don’t think he knows about the test. I really hope he doesn’t. I sit up slowly. “I wasn’t feeling well,” I tell him finally. “But I’m fine now.”He nods once but doesn’t get off the bed or stop touching me. Since we got back from Vance’s estate, everything between us has been… quieter. Hesitant. Held back. But he still holds me at night. Still kisses me like he means it. Still fucks me like he owns me.I wipe the drool from my mouth with the back of my hand. “I went shopping with Vivienne,” I say, hoping to ease out the tension. “I know.”Of course he does. Zeke knows every movement inside this house—every door that opens, every car that leaves, every person that breathes. For a second—I don’t know why—I look at him and the

  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   76. His Forever

    [CAMI]The days crawl.Morning, night, morning, night. Same walls. Same shadows. I spend most of my time in Zeke’s arms. His huge, comforting, warm arms that hold me every night like I belong there. And every other disturbing thought fades and goes quiet when I’m with him. He’s different lately. He’s still dangerous. Still lethal enough to wipe out a country if he wanted. But quieter. He doesn’t tease or challenge me. He touches me like I’m a fucking bruise he’s afraid to press too hard on.And it pisses me off because it means one thing—he’s afraid I’ll pull away. That I’ll change my mind about never hating him. Domestic bliss. That’s what this is, I guess. At least a form of it—the mafia edition. Guns in drawers, blood on phones, trauma in bed—but soft kisses in the dark and the way he tucks me into his chest when I shiver, making me feel safer with him than anywhere else in the world. And yet once he leaves, everything slams back. The grave won’t get out of my head. Jake. That

  • Beauty and the Mafia Beast   75. A Sick Kind Of Comfort

    [CAMI]I don’t know what I expected from that visit. Maybe it was closure. Or maybe it was just an opportunity to rile up my father. What I didn’t expect was to leave with a fucking knife in my heart. Vance’s words at the wedding are still lodged painfully in me, and as much as I hate admitting it, they stuck. I swore I wouldn’t let him get under my skin. That he’d never see me break. But then he showed me a portrait of my mother—my dead mother—smiling down from his walls. I’m sure she never posed for it—well photoshopped. And then Jake. Jake in the ground. A headstone complete with a neat little epitaph.He has a sister. She’s just sixteen. Does she know he’s dead? If she does, what lie did they feed her? My chest feels tight just thinking about it.By the time we’re driving back, the weight of it all—my nightmares, my mother’s face, Jake’s grave—crushes me so hard I feel like I’ll scream. I sit in silence, fists in my lap, refusing to look at Zeke because if I do, I’ll lash out. An

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