𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
Yeah. I was fucked. Fully, wholly, absolutely fucked.
While I gazed at the woman who just made my world explode into a kaleidoscope of rainbows, butterflies, and cute little fucking unicorns, I knew everything had changed, even though I wasn't sure how. The truth was that right now, I wasn't sure about anything. The only thing I was sure of was that now that I'd claimed her, I wouldn't ever let her go. They could send the whole fucking Russian mob straight out of the heart of Russia, and I wouldn't give a shit. I would slaughter them all like motherfucking cattle, but I was never letting her go.
It wasn't something I could put a label on. Not yet, at least.
Love? I doubted a man like me was even capable of that.
Affection? Maybe, although that would require a man to have a heart.
Infatuation? Fucking definitely.
