“Do you mean that?” I question as tears threaten to slip past the corners of my eyes.
“Why would I lie? Amara . . . I know this seems insane, but even after a month apart I still crave you like I did the first time I saw you. Even coming out of that shack, covered in filth, I knew. The only question is do you want me?”
“Dante . . . I do. I want to try this, to see where it leads. But, please know what you’re getting into bed with.” I murmur.
“A gorgeous woman?” He snickers, flashing those pearly whites.
I shake my head. “No, with a woman who is hated by many and feared by the rest. I’ve told you this many times, but I’ll say it again. I’m not a good woman.”
“And I’m not a good man. If you ask me, we’re the perfect pairing.”
Chapter Fifteen
If you really care for her, then show her. There’s no need to play games with her heart and ruin something that you’ll end up regretting. Remember one of the greatest blessings is having a good woman in your life.
~ Unknown
Dante
Here she is trying to dissuade me, and I shot the smartest reply back at her. Amara may feel like she isn’t enough, that she’s too horrid of a woman for me, but I’ll tell her every time she says it how she isn’t as horrible as she believes.
“How can you say that and mean it? You showed me kindness from the moment we met, Dante.” Amara hasn’t been privy to how I am when it comes to business. When I’m working for mi familia things are much different. I’m a shark, one who will rip people apart limb from limb.
“Ah, mi reyna . . . there are things you don’t yet know about me. But I promise you, I will show you in time. Mi familia may be known for being better than Rafael ever was, especially when it comes to treating our people . . . although, when it comes to those who are our enemies. Let’s just say I show no mercy.”
“You stand here and essentially say you treat people rather cruelly, yet I don’t see that when I look at you.” She states, craning her neck to the side a bit.
“No, and you won’t. This is why I say we’re a good match. We’re alike more than you know.” I declare, pulling her to me yet again I bring my lips down and crash them onto hers. I know I won’t be able to stop myself after a certain point . . . but we’ve waited so long for this. I only want to taste her. To smell the slight vanilla scent I can only pick up on when we’re this close together.
“Well, it appears you stole my girl.” Angel comments, putting on a show.
I pull my lips from Amara’s and turn to face my cocky brother. “She was never yours in the first place.” I know what Angel is doing, why he’s trying to make himself appear a certain way . . . but we both know he was never interested in Amara in the first place.
“Eh, one could’ve hoped. She did bitch about you running off so many times. Here I thought you weren’t going to give him a chance to redeem himself, Mar-Mar.” Mar-Mar? What the fuck.
Angel struts forward with his hands in his pockets, snickering. He always knows just how to push my buttons. “Mar-Mar didn’t tell you how close we’ve become I assume? I mean, you do appear to be rather upset. I wonder if she knows what type of jealous, rageful man you can really be.”
“Stop irritating him, Angel. Your sibling rivalry is apparent. Ashton and Lyon are the same way.” Amara speaks up, defending me.
“Are those your brothers?” I question, realizing she and I have never really had any in-depth discussions about our families.
“Two of them, yes. I have three. Damon, Ashton, and Lyon. Rose is my only sister. I’m one of five.”
“Ah, I see. Have you reached out to any of them in the last month? I forgot to ask you that.” I know she wanted her privacy while things processed on her end. She had so many feelings to work through, from being imprisoned for a year to giving birth and giving away her child.
Amara sucks in a breath and shakes her head. “No, not yet. I will soon . . . I just . . . I don’t know when I’ll be ready to see him.”
“Him?” Who is she talking about?
“Damon. My brother. He and I . . . we. I don’t know how to say it. We clash very badly. Before I was taken, he had stripped me of my VP rank within the club. I can assume one of two things. He’s either been guilting himself to death, or he figures my disappearance has been a positive thing.”
“I highly doubt losing his sister would be a positive experience. I may not know your brother, Amara, but I think you should reach out and at least let him know you’re alive, safe, and well.” I can only imagine how horrible she’s been feeling not speaking to her familia. Communicating with them could help her in some manner.
Amara grimaces, appearing a bit doleful. It tells me she’s worried about something, and I’m not the type of man who will stand here and not ask what she’s thinking. “You have reservations, something that’s holding you back from calling him . . . don’t you?” I question, hoping she’ll feel confident enough in me to give me some sort of answer.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Angel chuckles while he falls back onto the couch, making himself comfortable. I can’t deny the fact Angel knowing more about Amara only makes me envious. She’s confided in
