CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

GINEVRA

"Fucking coward."

His eyes, sharp, were on mine. “What did you just say to me?”

“You heard me, Ghost, you are a coward. You get off on running away from your problems instead of facing them like the man you pretend to be.”

A chuckle, filled with darkness, resonated. “I run not because I am fainthearted, but your tears. . .to watch you cry, Ginevra, right in front of me, because of me, that I cannot stand.”

“Quit with the pretense, Mr. Sanchez. Nothing you say or do could ever change the way I feel about you. I hate you.”

Ricardo’s brows shot up, “You hate me?”

“I do.” I answered.

He said, “No you don’t.”

“I do hate you, Ricardo Sanchez. With every breath and every tears, and every pain which you have caused me–I hate you.”

Liar!

My subconscious sang furiously, forcing a staggered breath from my parted lips.

I love you, Ricardo. The words hung heavy on the tip of my tongue, weighing heavy in my heart. Those words, I hated so much, and yet, there were meant for the m