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“You know, I saw your medical file,” he says casually as if it isn’t a big deal. “Noticed you had a bunch of broken bones between fifteen and nineteen. What happened?”

I bite my lip, not wanting to go back down memory lane anymore, but now that he’s asked, it’s hard to keep the past from clawing its way back up.

“First boyfriend I ever had, met him in school. His name was Hael.” The words taste like bile on my tongue. “He beat me up for years, and I hid the broken bones with bullshit excuses. We broke up when I was eighteen.”

“Fucking bastard,” Felix growls, his hand clenching into a fist. I can see the vein in his neck throbbing, and I know he’s imagining all the ways he’d make Hael suffer if he ever got his hands on him.

“No one touches what’s mine,” Felix growls out.

His words send a shiver down my spine. This man, this dangerous assassin who could kill without a second thought, cares about me enough to protect me from the monsters who haunt my past.

“Only had two boyfriends in my whole life,” I admit, taking a shaky breath. “Hael, and then Nick.” My hands tremble as I remember the pain he caused me. “Took me eight fucking years to even think about talking to another man.”

“Tell me about Nick,” Felix says, his voice low and dangerous.

“Nick… he wasn’t like the asshole you met. He was nice at first, you know? Real sweet, actually. For over a year, everything was fine. Then, he started popping pills, snorting lines, all that shit.” I swallow hard, trying to keep myself from breaking down. “That’s when I became his punching bag.”

“Did you leave him?” Felix asks, his jaw tight.

“Managed to get away, yeah. But the bastard stalked me after. Had to move around a lot, stay off his radar.”

Felix’s eyes turn cold and crazy, sending shivers down my spine. He leans in close, gently touching my cheek. “No matter what, Aurora, I’ll never hurt you. You’ll always be safe here,” he promises, and something in his tone tells me he means it. “I’ll remove every single person who hurt you. I swear on my fucking life, I’ll kill them all.”

The room is dim, shadows dancing on the walls like demons from my past. My heart is racing, but it isn’t fear that’s got me worked up—it’s something else.

Felix leans in, closing the gap between us, and his lips meet mine in a sweet, tender kiss. It’s a stark contrast to the violence I’ve known, the aggression that’s haunted me for so long. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I can feel his body heat against mine. For the first time in God knows how long, I feel wanted and cared for.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” I mutter against his mouth, my words breathless.

“See what day?” Felix asks, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

“Finding someone who gives a shit about me.”

Felix chuckles a deep, throaty sound that makes my whole body tremble. “I give more than just a shit, Aurora. You know that.”

“Still hard to believe,” I say, pulling away from him just abit, staring into those dark eyes that seem to see right through me.

“Enough with the past, babe,” Felix murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “You’re safe now. With me.”

His words hit me like a fucking freight train, slamming into my chest with all the weight of the truth he’s laying on me. I’ve never been one for happiness or letting myself believe that things could be okay. And yet, here I am, wrapped up in Felix’s arms, feeling a warmth I can’t even begin to describe.

“Alright,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Good girl,” he says, smiling that sexy, wicked smile of his. “Now close those pretty eyes and get some rest.”

“Rest? With you around?” I tease, but I do as he says, closing my eyes and letting myself sink into the comfort of his embrace, as he swings up up and lays me down.

“Smart-ass.” He chuckles, his breath tickling my ear.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Felix Greyson

The fucking rage is building up inside me like a goddamn volcano as I sit here clenching my fists. I know she’s the girl from that newspaper article Angel found, but it still doesn’t make her suffering any easier to stomach.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, trying not to let Aurora see how much this shit is getting to me. She doesn’t need me losing control right now.

The fact those bastards spoke Italian and said ‘Enzo’ gives me some fucking clue about who they are.

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