Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology'
Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything.
We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her.
Every moment of pa...
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I got her back. After five years of hell, she's finally here, right where she belongs. I can barely believe it—it almost feels like a dream. But the warmth of her skin, the sound of her breathing, it's all real. She's real. And she's mine again.
For so long, I was just going through the motions, numb to everything. Nothing mattered without her. But now? Now, I feel alive. She's my reason, the one thing that makes all the darkness worth it.
I'm never letting her go again. I finally have a reason to live.
"It's beautiful here," she murmurs, lying back between my legs on the sun lounger, her gaze drifting out over the ocean. The sunlight dances across her skin, making her freckles pop, each one a tiny constellation that I can't stop looking at. She's glowing, more than the sun or the ocean—she's everything.
She flicks her gaze up at me, catching me off guard. "I can feel you staring, you know," she mutters with a smirk, and I feel a rush of heat at being caught. My gaze travels down her body—she's in the tiniest scrap of a bikini that barely counts as clothing, covering almost nothing, and driving me absolutely insane.
"Do you like my bikini?" she teases, her voice dripping with mischief. I grunt, struggling to keep control, and she just laughs, knowing exactly what she's doing to me.
"Yeah, I know you do. I can feel it," she says with a smirk, turning back around and sliding her sunglasses down over her eyes, settling back against me like she hasn't just completely wrecked my self-control.
This one girl has single-handedly done what enemy mafias have been trying—and failing—to do for years. She's got me right where she wants me, in the palm of her hand. She controls me, wrecks me, and I don't even care. I'm not afraid of anything...except the thought of losing her again.
She's chaos and calm all at once. I look at her, and it's like I'm seeing sunlight for the first time. Everything I thought I was, all the walls I built up over the years, none of it stands a chance against her. She's got this power over me, something I can't shake. And honestly? I don't want to.
"What's up, motherfuckers?" I hear Nicco shout as he barges into my place, his voice echoing through the hall. I drop my head back, letting out a groan, as i hear him walking out onto the patio
"Er, Valentina, put some clothes on, for God's sake," he mutters, covering his eyes with one hand and tossing a hoodie at her—even though it's easily 40 degrees out. She just smirks, takes the hoodie, and casually chucks it straight into the pool. Nicco's jaw drops, clearly scandalized.
Before he can complain, Gio, Lucas, Theo, and Jacques stroll in. Jacques gives Val a proud grin. "You did us proud, princess," he says, and she lights up, her head snapping up to meet his gaze as she gets up to hug him.
Bad idea—because now her ass is fully on display, and I'm struggling not to lose it. She's impossible, and it's driving me insane.
"You're welcome, by the way, for saving your ass yesterday," Nicco says, wrapping an arm around Valentina's neck and squeezing her against him like a proud big brother. She rolls her eyes, but she doesn't pull away, just grinning up at him.
