He opened the box, stared down at the ring and chuckled. The bastard had a charming smile. I only disliked it 'cause he used it mostly when he had mischievous plans.Touching his jaw thoughtfully, he murmured, "If you insist."Then he went down on one knee.My heart seemed to drop with him. Shit, when did the air get this hot?He plucked out the ring, holding it up as he held my gaze. "Rali Hayes, you're getting married to me. So, say yes so I can slip the ring on."My heartbeat echoed loud and reckless inside my chest.All my life, I'd prayed for a Mr. Right. A responsible man with a nine-to-five job. A man who'd come home tired, loosen his tie, and talk over coffee about ordinary things.I never imagined it would be him. An unsympathetic killer. A man feared by men the world feared.And yet, standing here, staring at him on one knee, I realized something terrifyingly simple—No version of Mr. Right could ever give me the kind of fire he did.Void was far from perfect. But the way he
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