Chapter 34

Despite Arrick’s cool outward persona, there is no doubt he has that hot Italian Carrero blood in there somewhere. I always figured his time in the ring, beating opponents, helped to disperse it enough to maintain calm everywhere else. He needs a good boxing match soon, or else he is in serious Carrero explode mode. Part of me wonders what that would ever look like; years of cool control dissipating and letting that underlying fierce and passion out. Part of me is edging stupidly to push and see.

Yup, inner self-destruct mode for sure!

“You wanted me back here… I’m back! Now you get to sail off into the sunset, patting yourself on the back for the sterling job of delivering me home. Go! Go back to New York and Natasha. I don’t need you here, I don’t need you anymore, and I never will. I’m fine by myself. I can handle my own shit from now on without you running interference.” My voice raised, my heart beating fast as anger floors me internally, and my head seems set on po