Daxton
Verena said ‘yes’, to be tied to me, to every maddening and sickening love that she was about to drown in, to being consumed by me, to the darkest part of me.
She didn’t know what she had signed up for. I mean, how could she when I would never let her see the things I would do to keep the people that I love? But, if this was what being a girlfriend meant, then she said ‘yes’ to me.
The kiss with Verena had done nothing but fuel the angry jealousy that unfurled in my chest. And that was when it hit me that as much as I could still stand other men talking to her—just a little bit—I couldn’t stand her being touched by other men.
The only reason Kian was spared last night was that he was drunk. If he wasn’t, I could have dragged him back to my club’s basement and no one would ha
