Arrogant Monster - A Mafia Romance

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ses or anything quite that fairy-tale-esque. But shouldn't there be at least a little bit more dignity

it al

me upright while more murky river water spews out of

e's something about his gaze that keeps me still, and it's not just the

ng on arrogance. It's a look that says

, gravelly, harsh. It's as if he hasn't spoken in

ough the shadows, and when the wind blows, I hear the clink and rustle of the cans that my best

fine. You, n

a lie to yourself long enough and it starts to feel true. Eith

ou, th

know how I a

the very thing I swore I wo

ame from and what on earth he's doing in the middle of an unremarkable stretch of woods on the outski

s gaze doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. Not the way I've felt when other men look at me, at lea

reathe," he ob

hours has been happening in horrifying slow motion, and it's just now catching

nk. "

ary. It's such a pure shade of blue. Nothing to muddy it

breathe," h

mand. But it's not unkind. Though I suspect it would

shock. Open

wn. "

n a sort of haunted detachment. I'm floating

sing his finger to m

uth parts. It feels as though he's put a spell on me.

Now, breathe

he world rush in with it. I can smell the woodsy

et baby Jesus,

of disappointment at the absence of his touch,

you?" I a

n in the wet wedding dress sho

out. Then I look down and see the cascades of flowing white silk. No

ering

ry in h

in my head, but Tom's furious eyes keep getting bigger and bigger

ver. That would just be confirmation of what I suspect I've alway

ful t

possible, grabs my arm, and just l

that, he's

that, I'

w. No foot of space to keep me comfortable. There's ju

tarted dating. But his body felt different. Insubstantial, in a weird so

had been looking for something every time h

g me everything I n

nsley,"

s all mine

have a

ne has

That's not

uniquely suited to broodiness. His nose is so straight, I w

urt," he

backs of his fingers against my right cheek. All I