Phthartic Trilogy Book #2
Prequel to The Virgin's Prostitute
WARNING: For mature readers only.
This book can also be a stand alone
Niccolo Black is the best assassin of his time, he's ruthless and is known to care about no one but himself. Marcus L...
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Niccolo's POV
I walked out of the dining hall and into the hall where I knew he would be.
"Hey." He looked up at my voice and smiled.
"I'm sorry. For everything." I started. I needed to apologize.
"I don't want to lose you" He whispered, interrupting my apology.
"You won't. I shouldn't have pushed you away." I pulled him through the hall until we exited out of the back and sat on the lower deck couch.
"It's fine" He looked up to the dark sky.
"It's not. You deserve so much more than me being on and off with you. I'm asking for one last chance. Let me make it up to you." His eyes landed back on me, his light brown irises darker than usual.
"I remembered some stuff." He said, changing the topic. My heart had started beating faster in my chest but I didn't move. If it was a memory about that night he would have tried to kill me by now.
"What did you remember?"
"That night when you came by my house. You looked me in the eyes and told me you loved me....." His voice trailed off.
He then looked away again. "It's getting harder to believe that you do."
I knew he was right. Ariano and I decided that we would tell him about what we did tomorrow. Not everything, just enough for him to forgive us.
I hated lying to him, he didn't deserve this.
The truth is I had no idea about what my father did to his parents, until he told me two years ago. Even then I had heard Marcus say he didn't care about his parent's killer and didn't want revenge so it was better left unsaid.
Ariano was right, I loved him too much to lose him. I was being selfish and maybe he would never remember but he deserved to know the truth.
He may hate me for it, but at least I'll know for sure. I'll know if love was enough to keep that from happening.
"I'm a fucked up person who has made many mistakes. Some mistakes I'll never forgive myself for, but one thing I am sure of is you. I've never been more sure of anything in my life." My fingers brushed against his palm, only stopping as he leaned over and kissed me.
It was short, quick, but at least I knew we were okay. His hand slid up my side until he was cupping my jaw.
His lips brushed against mine gently before the kiss became more desperate.
He deepened the kiss when I felt the sharp pain on my neck and pulled back reaching to it.
My eyes flickered to the syringe in his palm and I stood up quickly.
"What was that? What did you do?" I backed up towards the door as he stood up looking at me as if he hated me.
"I know what you did." He stuffed his hands in his pockets when I started to get dizzy.
