Chapter 40

I didn't sleep that night. Instead, standing in front of my mirror, I stared at my reflection, struggling not to let the memory hit, but in seconds, I was wincing at the sudden jolt of it slamming into me.

What was wrong with me? What had I done?

I would rather have remembered my near-death experience with the Bratvas than the memories with Don Adler, but then my brain cells had their way of making me go through the worst time of my life.

"Goddamnit, Lily, I tattooed your name on my fucking chest!"

Well, not like I expected him to spit it out like that, but still, it was no answer to my question. But did I even ask a question? I was more like accusing.

Walking to bed, I fell face-first into it, screaming my frustration into the sheets. I had to be going crazy.

But still...

I sat up, staring at the far end of the wall. It was the way he had kissed me, drawing me in, like he was bent on giving me instead of taking, and when I tried