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He was kissing me.
Touching me in front of my dad.
Cursing was heard behind him, I half expected him to get pulled away from me, instead he kept peppering painfully soft kisses across my lips only to move to my wet cheeks.
I didn’t even realize I was crying when we touched foreheads and he whispered, “I asked you to trust me. I can’t do this without you.-I don’t want to. Don’t make me fly too, Bella.”
What was happening? I kept getting two sides of him; I liked both, but I needed this one the most. I needed it like air in my lungs.
“Swear.” I held out my pinky finger.
“Swear.” He gripped it. “Stay in front of me.”
I frowned. “To block attacks?”
He smiled. “So, I don’t get led astray. Every man needs a good partner to lead them, I do better when that person is you. I have around three seconds before I have to start being an asshole again, but I did pinky promise, so trust me? Please?”
I nodded.
He helped me up and turned around.
And as expected.
My dad punched him in the face.
And when Ivan crumped to the ground, his bloody smile grinned up at me while he mouthed. “Worth it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
“Pain reminds you that you’re alive.” —King Campsi
Ivan
It was worth it, it really was getting punched.
We were quiet on our drive back to campus; I reached for her hand, but only in the car.
She held on to it as we walked to our new suite on campus; we had the one bed because you know, married, and campus royalty and I still had to finish school and make things look normal.
Nothing to see here, just a mob boss getting his education by day and killing people during brunch.
It had to look normal.
Perfect.
Balanced.
Not just because of the nice people out to get us, but because any sliver of weakness and others might think they could pounce too.
Once we were in the suite, with its kitchen, living room, and huge king bedroom. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Bella was still covered in dirt.
She didn’t even ask if she could come into the shower—she just stripped, dumping the clothes into the trash, not the hamper; then again, I realized she probably didn’t want to be reminded—and stepped into the steaming shower, putting her head under it until she couldn’t see.
I joined her. “Rules.”
“You hate rules, you tried to burn almost every rule sheet given to us by the parents for like years.”
