Too Late To Love: The Don's Dying Wife

sly in the air. The blue dress. The delicate, painted smile. My mo

ged f

nough. My body was

cked through the office, as

into a hundred

fragments. It felt like my rib

ain doll. It was shattered, just li

premonition. I was proba

ross the floor-and stopp

n Dante's

ice was light. Dripping wi

apped. The leash I had held on

mal sound that tore from my t

as I grabbed for her hair. I didn't have the strength to slam her. I

my voice weak and breat

k, drawing blood. I didn't feel it. I just wanted to hurt her. I

nte's voice

abbed me by the waist. He rippe

nding agony expl

chest heaving. "Look at you! Yo

peak. But nothing came

ain. But this time, it wasn

a wet, hacking sound, and blood splat

at the red stain spreadin

d. The anger vanished instantly, r

ed violently. The floor rushed up to m

arkness swam at the

eside me. He turned me over. Hi

re was panic in his eyes

he screamed at t

t watching my blood

the ceiling.

I whispered. My voic

I let the dark w