Page 118 of Sinful Desires
Angelo laughed, slow and dry.
“Dio mio. You’re still on that? After everything?”
“I never got off it.”
“She’d rather bite off her own tongue than let you near her again.”
“Then I’ll be the one to stitch it back.”
“She thinks you helped her father lock her away. That you stood there and did nothing.”
“She’s fucking wrong.”
But I’d let her believe it. I had to. I wasn’t there. That was the part she’d never forgive. Not what I’d done.
What I fuckinghadn’tdone.
He leaned against the table, eyeing me like I was some puzzle with pieces missing.
“You’ve done your part, LeRoy. Walk away. Hell, run. Find another job. Another mess to clean. Anything less exhausting than a superstar diva.”
“No.”
“Why?” he asked. “You think she needs protecting again?”
I met his gaze, cold and steady. “She’s trouble. She burns everything she touches.”
Angelo tilted his head. “So, what’s the pull then?”
I finally looked up. My eyes found her, and everything else disappeared.
That mouth, the one that used to beg and bite in the same breath. That fucking dress that should’ve had my hands on it, not his. The same blue eyes that once looked at me like she knew she belonged to me, even when she hated it.
My beautiful shooting star.
“Guess I’ve always enjoyed a good burn.”
She frowned. Not at anyone else. At me. Like she felt me watching. Like my name still tasted like blood in her mouth.
Good. I wanted her to feel it. Every second of it.
Let her hate me. Let her curse me. At least then I was still under her skin.
She turned away a heartbeat later, but I was already gone.
Buried in the heat that had passed between us before she forced herself to look away.
Chapter
Thirty-One
“A lot of you cared, just not enough.”
? Jay Asher
Scarlett
“Now, let’s hear some of the questions your fans are dying to know the answers to.”
