Cara
The guards don't try to stop me as I walk down the long driveway, tears streaming down my face.
I don't look at the trees, at the bushes, even at the ground. I keep my chin up, my eyes forward, and my hands balled into fists.
None of this is mine. None of it ever will be.
This was a joke from the beginning. I let myself be seduced by him, by his words, by that stupid nickname, by the way he kissed me and f****d me. I let myself start to think this could work.
I was always lying to myself.
Eros is what he is—a mafia lord.
Maybe not as bad as Christopher, but heartless.
He'll never care about me the way I was beginning to care about him.
He'll never love me.
Once I'm past the guard house and beyond the gate, I let the emotions swell and crash through me. Tears roll down my fac
