Back Wicked
Chapters (41)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Part Two
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Epilogue
  40. Trigger Warnings
  41. Other Books

“You put it on yourself in your sleep.” Tilting his head to the side, I follow the sharp line of his jaw up to below his ear. I have so many questions I want to ask, but none of which I trust he will answer honestly. “Back to your question?” He doesn’t look directly at me.

“Why are you doing this to Papa and me? We helped you…”

He chuckles breathlessly, the kind that only comes from his chest. “You truly think your father did this to help me?”

When I don’t answer, and not at all because I can’t take my eyes off the framing of his face, he stares back at me and it’s like being gut punched.

“Fuck, of course.” He shakes his head, cursing beneath his breath as if he should have known all along.

The sun rises behind him and now all of his features are somehow accentuated. His soft dark hair that’s messy from lack of sleep, and his perfectly symmetrical face that again, somehow, even though is quite clearly perfect, still has a roughness around the edges. His beauty isn’t subtle, it’s a slap in the face to the human race. It’s a warning that some men were handcrafted by evil just to get your attention long enough to steal you.

“I don’t know!” My hands fly up and I’m annoyed at myself for showing interest. Interest in my impending death. “I know Papa! He is a hard man, and at times an evil man when needed but, Wicked, he’s also a family man. The Cosa Nostra, all though in everyday lives yes, they live above the law, deep down in their roots, they have good morals! They have commandments, rules!” I take a deep breath, looking outside my window. “The only one he always breaks is the one to keep his dick in his pants.”

The silence edges me closer to tipping point, so I hit the radio on again. This time I know the song that filters through the tight space… “Late to the Party” by Joyner Lucas.

“Your father isn’t exactly who you think he is, Ruby.” I don’t bother turning around to look at him. It only makes it more difficult to be distracted by his ridiculously beautiful facial features. Honestly, it’s not fair at all that someone with his extreme asshole-ry is this hot.