Discarded Love, The Reaper's Regret

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inding, harsh light over the room. The table was covered in expe

sweater. I refused to wear any of the designer dresses Dante had bought for me.

eat of honor. She laughed loudly, leaning over to chat w

on your skin tone," one of the Capo's wives practically sh

thes, her eyes flashing with victory. "Th

ssed the blade down into the rare meat on my p

eee

d snapped toward me. His eyes narrowed into dark, warni

pieces, pushed the plate to the center of the table,

any wet bar in the corner. He started mixing drinks himself. When he was a teenager, before he t

here of clear ice. He dropped it into a heavy crystal glas

er eyes dripping with fake adoratio

ok it, her manicured fingers deliberately bru

walked the length of the dining room, stopping right next to

The smell of cheap whiskey was the smell of my father. It was the smell of the nights I spent hidi

My eyes were as cold as the i

he ordered, his voice sounding like a king givi

sharp giggle. "Oh, Dante, don't force her. Elena only drin

ir of eyes turned to me. The women smirked. The

I pushed it back. The wood scraped loudly against

y fingers wrapped around

h twitched upward into a satisfied smirk. He t

contact with him. I

raight into the dirt of the massive, rare Bird of Parad

t last, hitting the wet so

oom went dead silen

c gasp, pressing both hands t

of his forehead pulsed violently. His eyes

y wrist. His iron fingers dug into my fragile bones,

lanted my feet, and violently yanked my arm back. My wrist t

e back of the chair. I didn't look at

d straight toward the heavy glass sl

me. His voice shook the cryst

oor open and stepped out i

or today, don't you ever