I didn’t speak and whirled around. Looking up at Mariella’s closed door, I sighed. Taking her to my parents’ home meant her coming across the truth of who Adonis was. I wasn’t sure if she was prepared for it. “Where is she?” I asked. “She went out to walk Juno.” I didn’t really know what to say.
MARIELLA “Gina?” I called around, finding the mansion utterly silent. I had been inside the library for an hour to two only after coming back from the park. Searching the garden and the foyer and the laundry room, I returned to the kitchen. Gina would never leave without telling me. Especially bef
“Why can’t you tell me?” “Because I’m not ready to deal with the drama.” He shook his head. “My shit is too exhausting.” I didn’t force him. He had talked to me more than he ever had. This was a start. He stood up and went into the bar on one side of the living room. Pulling out a bottle of Merlo
Agitation erupted through my body as his eyes met mine. But topping that was desire. Was it too wrong of me to feel it? Mama would’ve said yes. This was something I couldn’t even risk Niana knowing. Well, she knew I was having wild fantasies about my husband, but I couldn’t tell her he hadn’t touche
MARIELLA “I thought your parents live in New York,” I asked as the car stopped in front of a large beach house. “Why are we in Miami?” “My parents actually live in Seattle, yes. But they have homes in Brooklyn, Miami, and Manhattan. This is one of my mom’s favourite holiday homes,” Eros explained
“Oh, my god.” She shook her head. “Please tell me Eros wasn’t the one who asked me to call me that.” “No, he wasn’t.” I puckered my lips in Eros’s direction and he laughed as if it wasn’t his fault that he hadn’t filled me in on anything about his family. “I’ll explain to you.” Eros wrapped a hand
“Why?” Salvatore questioned. Irritation took over the carefree glimmer in Eros’s eyes. “Because I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to hear his philosophies about life and the initiation and all that bullshit. But most importantly, I didn’t want to hear him say the ‘I knew you weren’t meant to be a Maf
EROS Sometimes I made the wrong decisions. Well, most of the time. Then regret would knock on my door and hit me so hard that I could hardly breathe. Adonis and I had our differences. But he was still my brother, and I cared for him. I had been ignoring him deliberately since the initiation, think