There was a time I was willing to give him every fractured piece of my heart. I thought he loved every broken part of me. He said I was perfect.
But Roman Riviera is a liar.
Every family before this one got rid of me. My mother is gone. I wasn’t enough for my father. And,God, I thought there was a chance I could be enough for him.
“No.” I gasp. “No!”Stop touching me.Nothing makes his hold on me falter, keeping me prisoner in the arms of the man who is my reminder of every part of me that I lost the day he left. “You’re crazy. You’re fuckingcrazy.”
“I prefer the term ‘artist,’” he quips.
Is he seriouslyjokingright now? “What is your fucking problem? Why are you here? You left, so you should stay gone.”
I was getting better. Every day, it was getting a little easier. I found hope—feeble as it was—that I would one day turn my back on this town and scrub every stain from me, once and for all.
I found a purpose in looking after Jeremy, my little foster brother. It wasn’t much, but I knew even the smallest voices could make the largest impact. Whatever came after was worth making sure Jeremy went to bed unafraid of waking up in the morning.
The muscle in Roman’s jaw feathers. “Go back to bed. I was hoping to finish up without disturbing you.”
Without disturbing me.
So what? Is he only here so that he can leave me again? Have I always been a tool for his own sick enjoyment?
Back to bed.
Without disturbing me.
The words echo over and over, building and filling until it tips over the brim.
I’m so foolish for thinking he might be back for me. That he might stay. I should have known better. He always had a thing against Marcus. He’s just tying up loose ends. Why am I not surprised?
I shove him in the chest. Hard. It’s not enough for him to let go, but it catches him off guard long enough for me to slap him. “Fuck you, Roman. I hate you.”
The excited sparkle in his eyes disappears, recoiling from my words. Heknowswhat it means for me to say his name. “You don’t mean that—"
“Leave,” I hiss, finally looking at him and his beautifully savage features. Why won’t Roman fight me back? Why the hell won’t he react to my hits when it’s clear he doesn’t care about me?
Marcus’s muffled screams fuel my fire—every time I was silenced, every time I had to sit there and just take it,dealwith it—I want to let it all out. I want this place to burn.
Fuck Marcus. I hate him, too. He can die along with his pig of a father, for all I care.
Did Roman think he could show up here after three years, torture and slaughter my foster family while I sleep upstairs, and then justleave? All over again. Through the tears, I can only make out the outline of the sharpened edge of his jaw and the dip in his cheeks. Even the shape of him is too much.
“I don’t want you here.”Lie.“You’re a monster.”
“It’s me,” he pleads, cupping my tear-stained face to pull me closer. “It’s your Mickey.”
I kick my legs out, hoping to make an impact with something—anything. “I don’t know who you are anymore.”
“Bella—Bella, please. It’s me. Mickey. I’mback.I’m going to get you out of here.” His touch is all-consuming. The scent of his cologne seeps into my mind, and I want to give in so badly.
“You abandoned me!” I’ve said it enough times to myself that I sound like a broken record. Saying it out loud to the culprit feels like finding a trove of rot and dead bones that should have stayed buried.
“I know. And I’m sorry, I—"
“Sorry,” I echo. The tears stop, as I see him with complete clarity.
All the words bubbling in my chest want to pour out—all the times I’ve had to say, “thank you,” and smile at men after they hurt me. I’m so fucking sick of it. He doesn’t get to say sorry and expect everything to be forgiven.
“Sorry?” My breath comes out in short pants, and he lets go of me, knowing what’s about to happen. He always knows. “You’re sorry?Sorry?You don’t get to be sorry!” The more I say the word, the less believable it sounds. “You don’t get to come here and act like everything is alright. Do you even know what they did to me? You left me fordead, Roman. You're a coward.” I shove him, even though he’s not holding me anymore. “A fucking coward!”
