QUINN “What do you mean…forever?” I hated the way the words left my lips in a desperate whisper. Like a thirsty plea. Luciano took a step towards me, wincing and clutching his side. The bleeding had trickled to a considerable extent. In fact, he seemed fine, except for a wince here and there. “I'll divorce you, properly.”I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest to hide the sudden tremors. “You really think you're Lord over my life, don't you? You do with it whatever you please, whenever you please? Pick me up whenever you wish and toss me to the side when you get bored?” His face remained impassive as he watched me. I hated him so much right then. Not just for the fact that he was an asshole who was also technically my murderer, but also because he did not seem to care about his wife at all. “I know you think I'm a jerk. I don't care, anyway. All I care about is keeping you safe.”“Ha!” I threw my head back in a bitter laugh. “You know, it's funny. Coming from you.”He shook
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