Page 56 of Sweet Misery

“Go to sleep, Misery. Tomorrow is a new day.”

I sighed, hating he wasn’t going to answer me. It made everything that much more confusing.

He spoke again.

“Do you want to stay here? With us? I was under the impression you wanted to go home.”

“I do want to go home,” I answered. “My whole life is there. It feels like everything I’ve fought for has been in vain.”

“It hasn’t,” he said firmly. “I promise you that.”

“I don’t want to die, Massimo.”

“I know,” he said simply. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure you live.”

My heart jumped at his words.

“And I’ll get to go home?”

“Home is where your heart is. If I have to, I’ll cut yours out of your chest just to keep you here.” He kissed the top of my head fiercely, making my heart sink.

I had my answer.

This was it.

I made a silent vow in that moment.

He wanted freedom just as much as I did. Once I got the chance, I was going to kill both our fathers.

Then we’d finally get to live.

At least that’s what I told myself.

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SEVER

Ibarely slept all night. All I could think about was what Mass was doing to my girl. I shook the words out of my head.

She wasn’t mine. She was more Roe and Ren’s than she was mine. Exhausted, I took a quick shower and sat back at my desk for a few minutes before deciding I need something to eat.

I trudged down the hallway in nothing but my pajama bottoms. Rounding the corner, I ran into a soft, warm body that smelled an awful lot like my darling star.

I gripped her hips to keep her from falling over and shoved her against the wall amid a soft squeak from her.

“What are you doing roaming free?” I demanded, moving my hand from her mouth. She was supposed to be locked away in her bedroom so we didn’t have a repeat of one of the last bitches who broke free. She’d run off and ended up killed by our father while we watched.

Idiot cunt deserved it though, and quite frankly, I was glad when she was gone.

Her bottom lip wobbled as she stared up at me, her long hair a mass of waves around her. As long as I’d known her,she’d worn her hair in a braid. Seeing it wild the way it was did something to me.

“Answer me,” I snarled down at her.

She jumped at my sharp words and visibly swallowed. Carefully, she held an orange up for me to see.

I frowned at the fruit.

“I-I wanted to make Massimo something to eat, but I didn’t know how to work the stove. It’s a lot different than mine,” she finally said, her voice small and barely above a whisper.

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