Toxic Love: A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance

you will be my fucking wife.”

“Exactly what are you doing?!” I hiss, shivering as he pulls me right against his chest and starts to dance with me, one hand holding mine, the other firmly gripping my waist.

“Dancing with my fiancée.”

You seriously gave me a fucking kidney?”

“Well, you already have my heart, little hurricane,” he says quietly. “Why not a kidney, too?”

Life becomes a bit less singleminded when you realize you’re not dying tomorrow

The important thing to remember is, no one is ever “fine”. No one has it all together without a single crack, or a darkness lurking in their shadows, or a fear dogging their step

I never did go over the edge again.

But I’m going to now. For Tempest

Hope can die

Two toxic souls crashing together

Being poisoned by arsenic sucks