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They are all that matters to each other. Nico pulls her in for a hug. He wishes he can hug her forever. She makes him feel safe even though she can't pick up a gun. He's safe in her arms. It's in this moment he realizes that he's has fallen head over heels for Gianna Rae. He loves her and he's will do anything for her. ~~~~~ THIS IS THE END OF TO LOVE A CRIMINAL BOOK 1 OVER 80,000. This has to be my longest book ever and we are just getting started. Let's go!

Atticus The sound of Lily’s howl made something earthen, something primal, roar to life in Atticus’s chest. He howled back, an Alpha calling to his Luna, to his mate. There were no complications here, like this: there was just the craggy silhouette of trees above and the rumpled earth below, with darkness filling every cavern in between. It was not the darkness of hate or shadows; it was the cool balm of the shade on a summer’s day, the comfort of solitude shared with another. Atticus revelled in it, his huge black body blurring with it as he moved through the woods.

The energy of the party drains away and all that remains is the five of us. Atticus scoffs as he slides the gun back into the waistband of his jeans. "Well, I just proved that he doesn't love you." "He does love me," Lianna shoots back, crossing her arms over her chest. Atticus raises one perfectly sculpted brow. "If he loved you, he wouldn't care if he was standing in front of something as simple as a gun, princess." She groans, rolling her eyes and looks between Silas and Atticus. "Oh my God. Both of you are impossible."

We are both stripped bare Atticus lowers himself to were our chests are touching. "I love you, Karina," Atticus says and emotion swells in my throat. Hot tears fill my eyes and I smile. "I love you too," I whisper, and Atticus kisses me with eager anticipation. Our skin slides against one another as he allows more of his weight to come down on me. My hands find his thick course hair and I tangle my fingers into it. Atticus does the same with his strong hands and I feel like nothing in this world could ever make us part.

“That she was a succubus, I mean.” “I didn’t,” I admit, feeling like the biggest fucking idiot. “No fucking wonder I couldn’t resist, even though Tabitha is all I ever wanted.” Frowning, Atticus stops and takes me in as if he is looking for something, but when it seems that he isn’t able to, he just shrugs and begins to move again. “Don’t think this means that I’ll give up,” he says slowly. “Maybe she is all you ever wanted, but she is the first to make my heart feel anything since I lost my wife.”

His back was facing me, and it was so dark that I bet even if he turned around, he wouldn’t be able to see me. If he was going to do this, why the fuck did he bring me back? Or was it a part of his plan to hurt me even more? My eyes couldn’t believe the sight before them. It felt like somebody had stabbed me with a knife and cut my heart out. In the previous days, Atticus really made me think he was changing. He made me believe somewhere he truly loved me; otherwise, who would marry his sister’s sinner for protection? I was beginning to think his love was so strong that even when he thought I was indeed wrong, he was still accepting me, but it wasn’t like that at all. It was just one of his

Hehe, I couldn't wait for his reply, and it was not a long wait. Atticus- {The fuck do you mean solo session?! Lol. We are in this together, baby;) } Evette- {You like them? :) } Atticus- {Like? No, baby. I LOVE them. By the way, I hope you were thinking about me when you were arching your back like that...} Evette- { Oh, I was thinking of a lot of things. Especially you ;) } Atticus- { You have the worst fucking timing. These pups are relentless!}

If I've learned anything when I'm with Atticus, it's that I have to completely hide my emotions and reactions. "That kiss is the first of many, my love," he says as he gets up from the bed. Love? Did he just call me his love?

If these is what it feel to have mate, then leaving her will the list on his diary, she must be his and his alone. He accelerated, in spite of the dangerous sheen of water on the dark asphalt. At the rate he'd been going, further exposure to Annie simon would have reduced him to a slavering idiot. Many woman had begged for his attention and begged for his love, he never interested to them. But his mate had rejected him and done him a favour by sending him on his way.

“No,” Dodge walked up to the log and Cassidy gestured for him to sit, he happily obliged and thanked her quietly before continuing. “Pissant may know a lot ‘bout God but he doesn’t seem to know shit ‘bout his friend,” “Ah,” Cassidy laughed, still focused on the pink wildflower for a moment. She threw the flower down, stomped it with her boot heel, and looked up to Dodge mischievously. “I see we’ve changed out the term ‘lover’ for ‘friend’.”