Page 22 of Poisoned Promise
She sighs deeply. “When?”
“Midnight.”
“No.” Her chin lifts. “Tomorrow night.”
“Fine.” I press my tongue hard against my teeth. “Tomorrow night. You’d be wise not to stand me up, Dove. I know where you live now.”
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DOVE
Shit.
Shitshitshit!
The ground rushes up to meet me the second the front door slams closed and I grunt as the impact jolts through me like a slap.
Felix Donizetti.
In my living room.
After all these years.
This can’t be happening. I poured over everything to do with the Rossi family and they were small fry.
Smaller than small.
Someone like Felix should not be interacting with a family like that, never mind chasing up a car wreck that was nothing more than teenagers joyriding.
Despite the panic and the anxiety gripping my throat like an iron vice, something else bubbles just beneath the surface.
Warmth.
Felix is almost exactly like I remember him.
Well, not exactly.
He was taller. Stronger.
Much more handsome with the elegance of age written across his face in fine lines curving around the corners of his mouth and eyes.
Felix was always older than me but somehow it’s more apparent now.
He’s got more ink than I remember. Fifteen years ago, all he had was an arm sleeve.
Now there’s ink on his neck, and I can only imagine what else exists underneath that shirt.
And those eyes. Those striking, almond-shaped, warm-honey eyes.
They captured my heart the very first time I ever saw him and that warmth hasn’t changed.
Every second he stood in front of me was like no time at all had passed.
I was twenty again, sneaking out to romance the sexy enforcer from a rival family and enjoying every second of the rapid, hot romance that blossomed between us.
I loved him more than I’ve ever loved anyone.
And yet that man, the same man who helped me through nightmares, nursed me through a fever from an infected wound, flooded my car with rose petals and fucked the very breath out of me, that man betrayed me.
