Broken Beauty by Andrews Stella

Author:Andrews, Stella [Andrews, Stella]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-06-27T16:00:00+00:00

20

Maverick

I haven’t slept; I haven’t eaten, and I haven’t got the guts to tell Sophia where we’re heading.

Romano. How that name makes the blood freeze in my veins. I knew it would be them. Fate’s a bitch and has dealt me a low blow that I’m not sure what to do about. Do I tell Sophia and risk her walking away, or do I wing it and hope I can sort this without washing my dirty laundry in public?

As soon as she told me, it sent me wild. I fell on her like a savage beast because it was instinctive. I wanted to brand her as mine in a desperate attempt to keep her but how can I? She’s right, this is bigger than both of us and I’m not sure I’ll be able to save her this time. Am I prepared to unlock my own demons, to chase hers away? Do I love her that much? We’ve just met and yet it’s as if we’ve always known we would arrive at this point. I have been running from this and thought I’d arrived at a safe place. I will never be free—of them and a past that haunts my future. Fuck me, I need a drink.

As I dress, I distract the bitter taste in my mouth by picturing Sophia. What must she be thinking? I was so cold for a reason. She will soon discover why I must be that way, but she will be hurt and disappointed in me. Maybe she should be. Maybe she should hate me for what I’m about to do. I hate myself and I hate where I’m heading.

As I look in the mirror, I shiver that runs deep inside. He’s back. I don’t do mafia, but that’s a joke because the person staring back at me is mafia through and through. From the pulled slicked back hair, to the dark tailored suit. A black shirt with a black tie and the darkest shades in my pocket. To face the mafia, you have to be one and I hate every part of my body that welcomes this suit like an old friend. I don’t do mafia because I am one.

Grabbing my bag, I take one last look in the mirror and set my mood.

As I walk to the courtyard where the car is waiting, I try not to think about what I’m leaving behind. Will I be back? I’ll do my darndest to make it but nothing is certain when you dance with the devil. It’s early for a reason. I don’t want to answer awkward questions when the Reapers wake and see me dressed this way. Some of them know already, but some don’t. The whores know nothing and that’s just how I wanted it to remain. Maverick is a Reaper, created to escape a past that leaves a bitter taste on my tongue. I know Sophia because I walk in her footsteps.

As the driver stows my bag, I hear her approach, her heels clicking on the ground behind me.

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