Page 15 of Ruined Vows
Because in the end, she’ll be mineforever.
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BIANCA
TEXT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT
Sleep doesn’t come easily.
Not that it ever does, but tonight it’s worse. My sheets feel like sandpaper, and the room is too quiet, dark, and still. My thoughts run in circles—fast, sharp, and impossible to leash.
But when I shut my eyes, he’s there.
That damn Serbian. It’s exhausting because I can’t get him out of my head.
His voice is low, dripping with the promise of wicked sexy. It sticks in my ear. His rugged hands, tattooed, steady, and patient, are pressing mine against a wall. His gray eyes stare into mine with that wolfish stillness. Not begging.
Not seducing.
Claiming.
In the dream, I’m back at the warehouse. Broken glass crunches under my boots. The air smells like oil and gunpowder. I’m dressed for war, and he’s waiting for me, alone in the shadows.
“You came,” he says.
I draw a blade.
He steps forward.
And I freeze.
Because he looks at me like he already owns the ending. Like my war is the kind of story he wants to bleed for.
I wake with my heart slamming against my ribs and his name stuck in my throat like a secret I don’t want to swallow.
Fuck.
I drag myself to the kitchen and slam down an espresso, savoring it like shots. It’s not enough. Nothing is.
The first date.
Hm.
The first date won’t be …
A dinner date or a gallery. No, too easy.
Something I’m good at—fighting.
A match, facing each other in the gym.
I’ll make him hurt. And, the bonus?
I will make him hurt.
Niccoló has a state-of-the-art boxing facility, and he’s a skilled boxer who has trained me. I hope this will intimidate Vukan.
Yeah, right, that’s probably not going to happen. But it’s worth a shot. There is no way in hell I’m marrying him!
