Page 189 of Fallen Rook

I’d also taken into consideration what might happen if I succumbed to my infuriating attraction to the brown-eyed heartthrob, and to everything that lay beneath it.

Either way—I hadn’t left Vincenzo Ferrante up to chance. Whatever his fate was, I had intended to write it in my own words.

It had turned out exactly as I feared. Enzo was now the proud owner of my body, mind, and soul. Two days ago, I’d told him the story of what really happened during those tumultuous weeks. I wanted him to know my best-kept secret, so he could always trust me with his.

Nobody else was ever going to find out, though.

How Slava popped up as an informant out of nowhere only because I had summoned him, led him like a sheep to a slaughterhouse, promising him the pakhan crown, Las Vegas, and the Camorra on a plate.

How I’d fooled Sully, and Zeke, and the entire department.

How I’d pretended to stall, research, think, and analyze to throw Zeke and Sully off my scent.

How it had become apparent I was going to sacrifice everything to save the man I loved.

And how I’d sent my own informant to his death, breaking every code of honor and ethical integrity, just to have the Camorra’s enforcer all to myself.

Ours was the story of how I fell in love with a beautiful monster.

And how, for him, I’d become one, too.

The End