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Who the fuck was I trying to kid?

I couldn’t even fool myself.

My heart was breaking because I’d fallen so hard and fast for Luc, and it was breaking because I couldn’t be with him.

It broke in so many ways and ached. Why couldn’t things be different?

What kind of bad luck did I have to fall for the wrong guy?

I was a good person too.

I’d done so much good.

But… all I’d had was heartache. Heartache and heartbreak.

I was grateful that Gigi wasn’t home because I didn’t want to talk. I dashed upstairs into my room, where I broke down.

“Luc… my heart is broken.” I wailed at the nothingness that surrounded my room. “It’s so broken. You took the last piece of me.”

He did. He took the last piece of me. The ounce of what I’d held on to from home. Way back when, when I thought I was happy.

My dancing, my mother, my life.

A noise to the back of me made me whirl around.

I froze, heart jumping into my chest, stopping in mid-beat as my breath hitched.

Luc stood paces away from me, near my wardrobe.

Anguish and pain that mirrored my own were all over his face.

Chapter 5

Amelia

* * *

There were certain times in life when things happened and you knew the event would be not only significant but important to you.

Whatever that thing was, it was what it was, whether you liked it or not.

That was how I felt now.

Except… I knew I’d gone beyond liking Luc.

I’d gone beyond the realms oflikea long time ago. The part that swayed me, the part that reality waved in front of me, was that this man was exactly the type of man I’d never wanted to end up with.

A mobster, a criminal.

Yet when he looked at me… when he looked at me, that wasn’t what I saw.

I gasped and clutched my hand to my chest, feeling my heart beating so fast I thought it would pump out of my chest, leap right out of the walls surrounding it from the impact of emotion that had gathered there.

He stepped toward me, and I stepped back. It was an instinctive response to protect myself, my heart, because I knew that if he touched me even once, I would lose what little I had left of my sanity.

“Amelia.” His voice washed over me and seeped into me, as if my whole being relished the sound.

I’d dreamed of seeing him again, both in my dreams and in my waking moments.