explain this shit. But he couldn’t ask outright, so
instead he used the same analogy he’d tried on Alastor.
“Did you ever readThe Godfather?”
There was a protracted silence, as though Mal were
wondering what the hell he was talking about. Dagan
almost laughed.Hewas wondering what the hell he
was talking about.
Then Mal said, “Yeah. Years ago.”
“You know that part where Michael Corleone sees
the girl, Apollonia, for the first time?”
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Again, Mal was quiet, probably thinking back to the
exact scene. “Yeah. When he gets hit by the ‘thunderbolt,’ right?”
“Right.” He paused. “You, uh, you ever been hit
like that?”
“Like a thunderbolt? By a female? What a
question, Dae. I get hit like that every day. Sometimes twice a day. Every time I see a sweet ass, a great
rack, a set of lips so plump I want to bite them. What
the hell is wrong with you?”
“No,” Dagan said softly. “Not like that. Like in the
book.” In the book, the guy had wanted the girl to be
his;he’d wanted to protect her. Possess her. She had
been his fucking world.
Mal was quiet. “The book? Didn’t she die?”
A dark smile twisted Dagan’s lips. Okay. So maybe
he hadn’t chosen such a good analogy.
“Yeah, she died.” He felt completely ridiculous. A
sweet ass. A great rack. Roxy had both. Maybe that was
what had him tied up in knots. He punched the side of
