Page 135 of Arianna

I don’t even recognize the man I am anymore.

She, like Ellaiza, has made me a better man.

A less miserable son of a bitch.

This feeling in my chest when I look at her has a name, even if I haven’t admitted it to myself yet, because the moment I do, it all changes. More than it already has.

I no longer belong to just myself.

She will own me.

Fully and wholeheartedly.

Like she owned me the night I made her mine.

I can still taste her strawberry lips and feel her soft curves. When I close my eyes, I hear the little moans of pleasure and wonder that slipped from her mouth when I took her innocence for myself. The way she looked up at me with so much trust and emotion in her beautiful green eyes when I pushed all the way in and claimed not only her body but also her mind.

Her soul.

I want her.

All of her.

Happy and safe, and mine.

However, to keep it that way, there is something I must do first.

Pulling out my phone, I search the missed calls log until I find what I need.

The phone rings once before the person on the other end answers. “Kenton.” The middle Parisi sister says in a low tone that reminds me a little of her older sister. The only difference is that where Arianna sounds sultry and, at times, uninterested, Kadra’s tone is low and detached, with a slight pitch to it that reveals her true age. She is very young still, but you would not believe it with the shit she has done in the past two years. The girl is a beast with a thirst for blood. Blood from the ones that did her wrong. That is clear.

“Parisi.”

“Is there something you need?”

“Ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes for what?”

“Ten minutes with your father.”

“No.” she clips.

I try again. “It will only be ten minutes.” I only need five, but she does not need to know that. “I just need to ask him one thing, and I promise I will not hurt him.” I lie.

“You lie.” The girl, like her sister, is wise beyond her years. I guess trauma and pain will do that to you. I sure as hell know. There is a long pause before she speaks again. “You can’t kill him.”

“I won’t.” I did not lie. I won’t kill the son of a bitch. I will hurt him, though.

She sighs before saying, “Ten minutes and my men will escort you.”

She agreed.

She didn’t do it for me.

She agreed because, deep down, she knew this was something I needed to do for her sister.

For Arianna.

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