Distrust (Smirnov Bratva Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
I didn’t want to let her go, I wanted to keep her here, locked away just for me. Someone so wild like her, though, can’t be contained. I saw it the minute I was bandaging her. The look of loss, hurt written all over her face. I’ve never seen a look so sad in the two years that I’ve known her, and it shocked me to the core. So I knew right then, no matter how much I wanted to keep her locked away in my house, I couldn’t do it. I thought for a second she’d choose to stay. She said her father is a prick. I thought perhaps I’d be the better devil out of the two, I guessed wrong. Because when Freya took her things back, she was there. I shake her from my thoughts when I enter my father’s house, he’s sitting at the head of the table, a glass in his hand, his wife by his side. She doesn’t look up at me when I enter, her hand brushes his shoulder, showing affection that’s totally fake. Useless fake cunt is what she is. Another reason I let her go. I never wanted to force someone to be with me.
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