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I snapped a picture of him doing that, uploaded it to my Instagram, and wrote a simple caption, no hashtags.
I said yes.
And that’s the story of how I broke the internet.
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“When did you fall in love with me, Tom?”
“The moment you first made me smile. I knew that if you managed that, you’d be able to make me do anything.”
“Tom…” My breath became faster, choppier. “That happened the day after we kissed.”
“I know.”
“I thought you hated me.”
“I never hated you. I only hated myself, for knowing I could never deserve you. But that didn’t stop me, either.”

He’d survived, like I knew he would. He was a skilled soldier, a ruthless enforcer…
And the love of my life.
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The soldier’s brain exploded on the wall behind him. Luca moved a step toward the third tied-up man.
“Where. Is. My. Wife?” The slow, deadly enunciation made everyone’s skin crawl.
The Bratva soldier had a piss stain on his jeans. He was shaking all over. “I–I can find out for you. P-please. If you give me—”

I love Luca Ferrante 🫦🫦🫦

“Where is my wife?” Luca pointed his gun at the first Bratva soldier in the human line.
“Idi nahui, suka.” He spat at Luca’s shoe, snarling, “I don’t know, and even if I did—”
Luca shot him in the face. The man next to him flinched, staring up at Luca in horror.
Luca pointed the gun at his head. “I’ll ask again. Where’s my wife?”
“I swear I don’t kno”

Be safe, my rook.”
“Rook?” I cocked my head.
“That’s your chess piece.” He thumbed a floppy piece of hair from my forehead, even though it always fell back. “You’re the protector of your family, Enzo. But this time, I also need you to protect yourself.”

“It’s…it’s Sofia—” He strangled out the word, unable to continue.
“What about her?”
No answer from the other end of the line. “Luca!” I roared. “Focus. Tell me what’s happening.”
“They took her.” His voice broke. “Jeremie. He kidnapped my wife. My son.”
“Where are you?” I growled.
“Our…the house.” He swallowed audibly. “The house I bought for us. In the ’burbs.”
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“He just loves me because…”
“Because?”
“Because…” I halted, trying to articulate the reason Tom was so devoted to me.
“Yes?”
“Because…I’m…worth it
She did that smirk thingy. Her silent ka-ching.
My chest felt tight and warm. This was a monumental discovery. The realization that I was worth it. Worthy of love. Of sacrifice. Of grand gestures and life-altering decisions.

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Tomcat: Just wanna know if we’re going to have children or not.
Butterfly: BRUH, AT LEAST TWO.
Butterfly: That’s the bare fucking minimum, though. I want Thanksgiving dinner and Christmas Eve to be chaotic and loud and wonderfully dysfunctional. I want group chats that make people’s eyes water. Secret handshakes and inside jokes only we’re privy to”
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“Because all of our profilers are in agreement that Vincenzo Ferrante is the most dangerous out of the three brothers, due to his ability to conceal his devious tendencies. His charisma and charm outweigh all his other psychotic traits, making him indeed very easy to like.” He waited a beat, scanning me with shrewd eyes. “Almost very easy to…love.”

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