Fucking shit. I pushed too hard.
I rub small circles on her arm. “It’s okay, Cynthia. I’ll get someone to come sit with you.”
“No need. I’m happy to assist.”
I look up and see Jax lingering in the doorway.
“Sorry to interrupt,” he says, “but I heard the girl scream.”
“It’s fine. She remembered seeing Purge’s piece of shit father. I’ll go talk to Purge now.”
“Go. She's safe with me,” Jax huffs as he takes a seat near the bed.
“Please be careful not to startle or surprise her. Just keep an eye on her.”
“Of course. Go now, Harris. She's in good hands.”
I move to the door, pausing briefly to take in my sister again. She is back to doodling, humming under her breath.
Now to track down Purge.
Synn
God, I need Pazessca so badly, there’s a fire burning under my skin. I just need to ravage her, burying myself into her so far, I’ll never come out.
With my OCD and anxiety, once I get an idea firmly in my mind, I can’t stop until I do it. It usually involves violence or self-harm.
Now, though, I just want her. My Pazessca. She's all I can see, all I can hear. She went from being a pain in the ass to my entire universe.
I know she needs to trust me first, which is why I haven’t pushed for it. But my patience is wearing thin.
I’m so stupidly in love with her. I want to spend the rest of my days showing her how much.
But I have to earn it—especially after what I did to her.
I took her ass so savagely, without a care to what she wanted. I fucking raped her. I’m a piece of shit.
I'm still wrapping my mind around the fact that she’s one of us. A Rossi. The Rossi heir. The seventh family we had no clue about. Caterina—such a beautiful name. I'll keep calling her Pazessca, though.
I wonder how she’s handling this information. I want to be there for her. I think I’ll go look for her. Maybe she’ll talk to me, and we can grow closer.
That's all I ever wanted, once I pulled my head out of my ass: to be the man she deserves.
I won’t stop trying—ever.
My fucking father molded me into him from childhood. He pushed tirelessly for me to be a walking, talking powerhouse of violence and rage. A fucking murder machine that hides behind a fake-ass smile.
Every hit, sneer, and harsh word strengthened my walls. I held my tongue until I was old enough to push back.
Even when I could fight him, he just sicced his enforcers on me. Ruthlessly taught me the same lessons his enemies got.
I never thought I’d be any different, until Pazessca blasted her way into my heart.
That woman changed everything. I found love, and hope.
It's hope I cling to now. I won’t stop until she forgives me.
Chapter 12
