Nico
I had some romantic notion about treating Sondra like a lady and taking her on a date. That idea died a quick death when I saw the flare of fear in her eyes and the marks on her arms.
Fucking bastard. I seriously want to kill the motherfucker for handling my girl.
Yeah, I may have been trying to pretend I hadn’t already claimed Sondra Simonson, but I have.
It’s too late for her.
The devil takes what the devil wants. And I want her.
I have the power of dark fury still running through my veins, which makes me feel invincible, but I try to rein it back.
Sondra’s terrified. As scared as she was the day I met her. f**k. Was it because of me? What I did back there? I have to remember she’s not used to seeing guys get their noses broken.
I throw her suitcase in the trunk of the Lambo
