DON’S POV
I glanced at her exposed wet core and back at my laptop. I frowned at the message on my screen.
“You f*****g bastard. You lied to me about her death. Isn’t this Lucia?” The text read. A photo of Selene was attached to it.
Lucia died alright. I made sure of it. She died by my hand and I personally buried her.
She was the only woman I ever loved and bore a striking resemblance to Selene. Which was the exact reason I’ve been holding back from f*****g her.
I intended to break her, but doing that might hurt me as well.
Lucia was the love of my life. I trusted her and she betrayed my trust not just by sleeping with my rival, but also plotting to take my life. I killed her and the rival Don the minute I found them entangled in bed.
That was five years ago.
“Thar isn’t Lucia,
