Chapter 51. This Isn't a Game

MAXIMILIANO

This girl would be the death of me. One way or another. In my head I already pictured my early demise, and for sure the cause would have something to do with her.

One look at her left me weak. Just ready to risk it all. One tiny glimpse of her vulnerability always fucking did me in.

Shit. I'd probably regret this in the morning...except kissing and having my way with her again.

I'd be lying if I told anyone I loved this sober and "healthy" version of me. None of this felt sober or healthy.

Her glare just cut right through me.

I bit on the inside of my cheek, just waiting for her to make a move. I wanted her to start undressing and prove to me that I overreacted. To prove that she wasn't a stone-cold liar paid to spy on my family.

Adreana weakly shook her head. "You're delusional if you think I would just do everything you say."

"Not delusion. Just trust issues." I glanced down at her cold fingers on my wrist.

She jerk