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the loss especially hard. He’d come across her crying behind her family RV, sat down beside her, offered her a smoke and for the next few hours they shared funny stories of Gunari. Then she’d jumped up on his lap and kissed him. Even at thirteen, she had been beautiful with her big, brown doe eyes and sex kitten lips. Being the eighteen-year-old manwhore he had been – still was – he had not put up much of a fight when she had stripped off her clothing, yanked open his pants and used him to rid herself of her virginity.
    But, like all females, there had been a method to her madness. Despite her young age, Fifi was a smart girl. For nearly seven years, she had messed around with only him; more or less using him so she wouldn’t end up forced to marry. Being as beautiful as she was, she had been at risk for being dragged off and forced into a marriage with members of their own clan or another. But no one messed with Xan Deleanu. He was infamous for his violent temper and other things... Even visiting clans, who had passed through, took one look at her with him and never took a second.
    He had not been with Fifi since her, and he had no plans on being with her ever again. He had too much respect for her to use her just to fill a void. Funny how the only two virgins he had ever been with, he loved with all his heart.
    His dead heart.
    Soooo...basically it sucked to be Marko.
    “Wat up?” Nico asked.
    He mumbled something and got busy eating. Shovel, swallow, breathe, shovel, swallow, breathe...
    Fuck. He couldn’t play nice with the natives. All he wanted to do was go back to bed and drink. He was miserable, angry, and too damn close to homicidal. Half the time he didn’t know what to do with himself. He could not bear to be alone yet he despised being around anyone; he didn’t want to drink all day long but it eased the constant anxiety that had taken root in his stomach. He didn’t want to be fucking Nadya, he wanted to be fucking… her .
    Yeah, he wanted to fuck her and then beat the living hell out of her; wrap his hand around her slim neck and squeeze the fucking life out of her lying, cheating ass. Fuck her and her bullshit promises. Fuck her sweet personality, her adorable face, and her beautiful body.
    Shoving his food aside, his head in his hands, he slumped forward. She’d fucking used him. A means to an end to get away from Gerik. And she’d ended up with the fucker anyway.
    “Xan, I need you.”
    “I’m here. I’m not leaving this time. I promi—”
    “No.” She smiled at him. “I mean I want you.”
    Jesus. The moment he had been waiting months for was finally here and he did not want to do it. Well, he wanted to do it, but he did not want to hurt her. Not even a little.
    “I don’t want it to be horrible for you.”
    She shook her head, their noses touching. “Not being with you is infinitely worse.”
    Warmth, the likes of which he’d never felt before, seeped into his hardened heart and he’d known right then that she was IT for him. There would never be another woman who would make him feel all the terrifying, wonderful things that she did.
    Fuck all her lies. Fuck her for making him love her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck him. Fuck everything.
    Forcing his head back up, he found Marko glaring at him.
    “What the fuck are you looking at?” he muttered.
    “Why her?” Marko hissed, under his breath. “Why Nadya?”
    Why? Because she was there. Because I don’t give a fuck who I’m sticking my cock in and I really don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me because of it. In fact, I don’t give a fuck about anything at all.
    When he didn't respond, Marko’s fist came down hard on the picnic table. “Why her!” he roared.
    Xan shrugged. “Why not her?”
    “Because, you fuck , she was mine!”
    Ha. Like that meant shit. Her had been his and now…she wasn’t.
    “Obviously, frate, she wasn’t or she wouldn’t be in my bed right now, naked, well-fucked and covered in