Fraud (Antihero Inferno #2) - Lily White Page 0,157
burst of sound more pissed off then funny. “Yeah, I remember when he was brought in. For your fucking amusement. For your fun. And look what you fucking did by playing those games. This isn’t my fault.”
Shifting my weight between my feet, I hold her face in my hands, desperate to be gentle because I would die if I ever hurt her. But the adrenaline makes it hard, my teeth biting down on the inside of my lip, my heart hammering like a war drum.
“You’re mine.”
I say it again and again and again, but she only shakes her head and knocks my hands away.
Tears stream down her face to slide along her jaw and drip off her chin.
“I’m sorry, Ezra. But there’s too much standing between us.”
Emily’s voice drops to a bare whisper as she flattens a palm against my chest – against my heart - and pushes me away.
“I love you, but there is no possibility of fixing this. It doesn’t matter how we feel. It’s over.”
I step back when she tugs the door open and walks off, my eyes glued to her body, my hands clenching into fists.
The door closes between us, and pure rage pours through my body, my eyes seeing red, my muscles rigid.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve knocked a few holes in the wall, the door breaking off the hinge when I pull it open.
“Sir,” one of the waiters runs after me. “Sir, you can’t just leave after damaging the place.”
I spin to face him, and something in my expression causes him to take several intelligent steps back.
“Put it on my bill,” I say through clenched teeth.
Fuck this shit, I think as I storm from the restaurant and head to where my bike is parked.
I don’t give a shit what anybody says.
I don’t care who’s marrying who and what hearts will be broken.
Emily Donahue is mine.
She always has been.
And there’s not a single fucking person who will get in my way.
THE END
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An enforcer for the Inferno if one is ever needed.
I knew better than to get involved with him.
With his aggression.
With the constant fights.
With the games the twins were known to play with every woman stupid enough to fall for them.
We made the biggest mistake of all when we met again as adults.
I fell in love.
He fell in love.
His brother fell in love, too.
What used to be a good time is now a tragedy.
Our story is messy.
It’s cruel.
It’s forbidden.
Despite all that, Ezra refuses to let go.
*** Each novel in the series depicts a unique romance, but the plots through each book connect in one world. For the best experience, read the series in order.
Nine Dangerous Men. Nine Unrepentant Sinners. Nine Irresistible Manipulators.
CHAPTER ONE
Emily
Prep school is such a joke. The entire establishment, really. All grades from kindergarten through senior year.
We’re nothing more than carbon copies of our parents being churned out. A young generation educated, trained and mass-produced to take over when our parents die.
I’m still wearing the same uniform from when I was young, obviously with a size difference, but the style as never changed.
Grey pleated skirt. White button down blouse. A grey jacket with the school insignia stitched to the breast pocket. The only choice we’re allowed is our shoes, but even those are practically the same since they have to be all black with a smooth sole and no laces.
The guys aren’t much better with their grey pants, white button down shirts and the same jacket. Most of the students adhere to the strict dress code, all except the Inferno of course, because they can do whatever the hell they want.
Leaning against a locker, I wait for Ivy to pull out the books she needs. She’s dragging ass, as usual, her eyes flicking over to Gabriel Dane’s locker repeatedly.
When she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, I arrow my stare on the expression,