5 Mafia Brothers Abused Princess
“We built this. You and me.”
I turn in his arms, press my forehead to his. My eyes are wet, but they’re the good kind of tears now.
“I was so broken once,” I say quietly. “So sure I’d never belong anywhere.”
He cups my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks like he’s done a thousand times when the memories try to drag me under.
“You belonged to me the second I saw you,” he says. “And now look, every single person out there belongs to you too. You’re the heart of all of us.”