Cosa Nostra

"I love you, Max Butcher."

Those words are dangerous. Just about as dangerous as the world I was born into. As dangerous as the ruthless bastards that I call family.

They hurt her.

My. Little. Ballerina. . . My piece of purity.

They hurt her. . .
I wanted to keep the world beautiful for her.
I failed.

So I should let her go. For her own safety and my sanity.

But she crawled into my bed. Settled in my head.

Cassidy Slater.

Her sweet-talking mouth says those dangerous words. Words I didn't know that I craved. She waits for me at night. Accepts the darkness around me.
Now that's not something a man just lets go of.

I'm a selfish bastard too.
And she's mine.

I'll protect her; it's an eye for an eye and I'm willing to blind the whole damn lot of them.

For her, I'll start a damn war.