Ruthless Princess (Mafia Royals 1)

And I was her fucking cousin!

Adopted, but still!

It was madness.

Then again, it was Junior, so… we kind of let it pass. We were each a little mad in our own way.

I sighed and walked past their room, making my way into the rec room. Violet was sitting in the corner like she always was. Confident and calculating.

I wondered if anyone saw what she was about the way I did.

She had this outer persona of class and control.

But I knew the truth.

She was dying inside.

She was a woman trapped with expectations on her shoulders that nobody should have to deal with on their own.

Hell, even her smile was fake, I remembered her going on all those press tours with Chase when he got re-elected for a second term, she was slowly dying inside.

And I hated it.

Because I’d always liked her, but also because I’d always had a massive crush on her, I’d stayed far, far away. You know, death and all that.

I gulped.

My first mistake was kissing her when I was fourteen.

My second mistake was telling her I was in love with her.

And my third? Betraying her the minute I had a chance.

I took what wasn’t mine, I took the prettiest thing on the shelf, destroyed it, then tried to put it back.

And now she was broken.

Because that’s what I did.

I broke things.

Not just hearts.

I fucking broke her soul.

And now she was leaving.

And it was all my fault.

“Breaker!” Izzy ran over to me. “It’s a party; you’re supposed to look happy!”

“I’m happy.” I had exactly zero smile on my face; my eyes kept flickering toward Violet.

I shoved away from Izzy and pulled out my phone, sending Violet a text.

Me: Can we talk?

Violet: Go. To. Hell.

Me: I live there. Try again.

Violet: Eat shit.

I smiled, well at least she was still angry? Was that a good thing?

And then I looked up.

Tears streamed down her face.

I had done that.

I was stuck between needing to confess my sins or let the one person I loved walk away forever.

And I hated that right then and there as she slowly walked past me, I chose the latter.

And damned love in the process.