Book 2~ππ¬π―π±π’ ππ’π―π¬ The girl I'd kill for left me to die. Let that sink in. She walked out of that hospital and didn't even look back. Said she was done. Said we were over. Lied. She always lies pretty. I remember the way her footsteps faded down that hallway-quiet, quick, final. But I knew. She wasn't running from me. She was running from herself. And maybe I should hate her. Maybe I should've let the pain rot me from the inside out and buried the part of me that still aches for her. But I didn't. I still love her. God help me, I still fucking love her. I see her every time I close my eyes. Her skin on mine. Her voice in my ear, sweet and poisonous. I dream about her lying next to me-then wake up alone with blood on my knuckles and rage in my throat. There's not a single bone in my body that hates Donatella. But I'll never forgive her. And now? Now I'm crossing borders, spilling blood, burning everything in my path just to find her. Because I know she's out there. Hiding. Surviving. Trying to outrun the mess she left behind. But she won't outrun me. She's not walking away this time. Even if I have to drag her home kicking and screaming-she's coming back. With me. Or in pieces. π€β°β°β°β°β°β°β°β° OMG! I'm so excited for Angela Della Morte book 2! This is all in Amirs POV, and possibly some brothers...
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