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314 pages, Paperback
First published February 27, 2017
Cole Playlist:
The Funeral - Band of Horses
Afraid - The Neighborhood
The Wolf - Mumford & Sons
Bad Habit - The Kooks
Blood - City and Colour
We Sink - Of Monsters and Men
I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys
"Everything was dull. Grey. Black. White."
"This man, whoever he was, whatever kind of man he was, could affect me like no other had in my life."
"I always felt like I was holding my breath when it came to Cole."
Everything was dull. Grey. White.
This wasn't my first or even my second attack. I'd been in so many, and I'd survived. I 'd lived. That was what I did. But this was the first time, or the first that I remembered, when I was scared.…because of her, i knew I'd be more brutal. The need to kill was stronger than it had ever been.
Genre: Romance / Mafia
Type: Standalone
POV: First Person – Dual
"I came to you, and the ghosts left me."
"He was beautiful like a fallen angel, but so lethal at the same time."
"My life I can't talk about, But this you coming to me is like a breath of oxygen. I can breathe again."
"He was dangerous, mysterious, and mesmerizing, but he was more. Kind. Considerate. I saw a glimmer of someone who cared."
This man, whoever he was, whatever kind of man he was, could affect me like no other in my life. Something had happened here, and I had a feeling everything was going to change. I just didn’t know if it would be for the better or the worse.
He was beautiful, like a fallen angel, but so lethal at the same time.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t talk.
He stared into me, and for a moment, I felt like I got a glimpse of the real Cole. He was dangerous, mysterious, and mesmerizing, but he was more. Kind. Considerate. I saw a glimmer of someone who cared.
“My life I can’t talk about, but this—you coming to me—is like a breath of oxygen. I can breathe again. Something pure among so much tainted.”
“I’m going to help you become Addison once more. Just you. Just me. No one else.”
And then, his mouth touched mine, gently, tenderly, he did as he’d promised.
Because of her, I knew I’d be more brutal. The need to kill was stronger than it had ever been.
I should’ve run. I didn’t. I should’ve hidden. I didn’t. I should’ve cried. I couldn’t. I should’ve raged, thrown something. My hands never left my side. I should’ve done something, anything.
It’s not a mafia story. It’s a love story.