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Sliding his hand from my throat to my face, he cups my cheek, and I nearly crumble from his tenderness.

“No chains and no spiders.”

I swing my arms around his neck and pull him down to me. Pressing my face into his neck, I inhale his scent and kiss his skin softly.

“Thank you.”

He groans into my hair.

“We need to go because you’re driving me fucking crazy. I’m thirty seconds away from fucking you on top of your car.”

I giggle and bite his neck.

“Let’s go home, and you can fuck me however you want to.”

When Nico smiles at me, it’s sexy, dangerous, and for some reason, feels like it’s only for me and makes my heart pound.

“I want to kiss you, but I’m not going to because we’ll never leave if I do, so be a good girl and get in your fucking car. I’ll be right behind you.”

He hands me my phone, and steps away from me and walks over to his black Range Rover, and I get into my car with a heavy sigh.

Nico is alive.

Life doesn’t always give second chances, and I’m not wasting this one.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

REAPER

We should’ve left her piece of shit car there and she would be sitting beside me. Having her in front of me, but too far away to touch, is fucking torture. I spent as much time away from her as I can tolerate. When I saw her tonight, I knew it was time. After I got out of the hospital, I had every intention of finding her and taking her again. She is mine, after all, but when I saw what she was doing, it changed things. I had to let her discover that we aren’t that different. She thought I was a homicidal maniac, and she wasn’t wrong, but now she knows she is too. We were cut from the same cloth, and now I have my missing piece.

Bones wanted to kill her, after he found out it was her hand on the knife that nearly took my life. There was no chance I’d ever allow that to happen. He finally agreed, but ordered me to stay away from her. That also wasn’t an option. Even if I knew she’d kill me, I’d risk it, just to touch her once more. I’ll always crave one more look, one more touch, one more kiss. There will never be a day where I don’t need more of her than I’ve already had. My brothers all think I’m insane, but they’ve thought that for nearly my entire life. We all like hurting people, but I’m the only one that searches for people to kill for no reason other than the rush. Kage was the first I told about the tingling in my neck. His response was, ‘that’s not fucking normal’.

Fuck normal. I live my life unapologetically, and now I have someone that gets me. We still have a lot to learn about each other, but for now, I know enough.

Finally, she pulls onto my property and, using my phone, I open the gates. I have security, but it’s not like my brothers’ homes, because I don’t work with the mafia. However, even if I didn’t kill people for fun, I’d still be at risk, simply because I’m a Bonetti, so Ihave four guards around the clock. To most people, they’d think that is a lot, but it pales in comparison to Bones and Athena’s house. Now that Bella will be with me, I may need to rethink my security situation. She will automatically become a target because of me, and I’ll never allow anything to happen to her. She parks near the fountain and I pull in behind her, and quickly get out of my Range Rover to get to my girl. The familiar tingling in my neck is replaced with fingers itching to touch her.

I walk purposefully to her, with a fire in my veins, and slide my hand into her hair, pulling her head back. I groan before slamming my lips to hers. She whimpers into my mouth, as she wraps her arms around my neck and digs her nails into my skin.

Fuck.

Bella tastes like heaven and hell mixed together. Good and bad. A prayer and sin. She’s everything wrapped up in an alluring package. Her tongue tangles with mine in a fight of dominance. I slide my hand from her hair, and place it around her throat, to remind her who’s in charge. Her response is intoxicating. She places her hand over mine and squeezes, as a whimper escapes from her throat.

Pulling back from her, I narrow my gaze at her, my heart pounding in my chest at what this woman does to me.

“Go bend over the fountain.”

She immediately does as she’s told, as I pull my phone out and disable the cameras over here. I do not want the guys in the guard shack watching this. I’d have to kill them, and I wouldn’t mind, except then I’d have to find new ones to replace them.

Grabbing my knife from my back pocket, I slice down the back of her dress, and she glares at me from over her shoulder.

“This was one of my favorites.”

I smirk at her.

“I’ll buy you twenty more.”

Kneeling behind her, I pull her panties down to her feet, and am in awe of her beautiful ass. My name, like a neon sign, telling meeverything I need to know. Tracing my fingers over the letters I carved in her skin, I ask her, “Do you know why I did this?”

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