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Eyes on You a Mafia Romance

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“A writer or any artist can’t expect to be embraced by the people. I've done records where it seemed like no one listened to them. You write poetry books that maybe 50 people read. And you just keep doing your work because you have to, because it’s your calling. But it’s beautiful to be embraced by the people. Some people have said to me, “Well, don’t you think that kind of success spoils one as an artist? If you’re a punk rocker, you don’t want to have a hit record…” And I say to them, “Fuck you!” One does their work for the people. And the more people you can touch, the more wonderful it is. You don’t do your work and say, “I only want the cool people to read it.” You want everyone to be transported, or hopefully inspired by it. When I was really young, William Burroughs told me, “Build a good name. Keep your name clean. Don’t make compromises. Don’t worry about making a bunch of money or being successful. Be concerned with doing good work. And make the right choices and protect your work. And if you can build a good name, eventually that name will be its own currency.”

“She was the perfect fit for me. My light in all this darkness. Bending my head, I breathed her in and made the only vow I would ever keep without question. From the moment I first saw you, I needed to know more. Not wanted—needed. You became my compulsion, my answer to questions I didn’t know I was asking. I’ve drawn you into the shadows of my world—not to cage you, but to make you mine in every way. I will guard you against every enemy, silence every threat, and claim every part of you while building you into everything you dream of being. No man will touch you without losing his hands. No enemy will breathe after speaking your name. I will tear this city apart if it means keeping you safe. And I will spend the rest of my life making certain you never want for anything except more of me.”

“Don’t worry, little lamb,” he said, his voice a low rumble against my skin as he dragged his lips along my breast. “I’ll always catch you.” Then his mouth curved into a smirk, and he growled something that was equal parts threat and vow: “Hate me all you want…you’re still mine.”